Houses, not boats
dusty roads, not tidy gardens
are my springtime memories.
Sky dusked by the croaky voices
of people tired of screaming to the wind.
The song of a blind goldfinch
alone in its cage
– I called him Homer, just for love –
And dogs, in freedom trooping.
Questa è la versione in Inglese, di Daniela Manzini Kuschnig , della mia poesia Ricordi di Primavera