A sea of grass, Kneeling to the caress of the wind, Troubles the underlying silence, Where nothing stirs, but the quiet song Of flowers unknown, unseen, in secret drops of dew, And every breath, a breath of light.
- Salvatore Quasimodo
A sea of grass, Kneeling to the caress of the wind, Troubles the underlying silence, Where nothing stirs, but the quiet song Of flowers unknown, unseen, in secret drops of dew, And every breath, a breath of light.