“Old Verses Come to Mind”
Look, I’m taken by the story of a rose
erased by snow (a living sign
your cigarette’s burning tip).
Look, the umbrellas on the Spanish Steps
climb out of sight in the dark.
If our steps sink deep
we’ll find peace in the kingdom
where no one’s waiting for us.
–Leonardo Sinisgalli (trans. by Ruth Ferrarelli)
found in I Saw the Muses