Trepide le onde marine,
Battendo fatigate il petto
Contro la Roccia quieta e robusata,
Schiumando dalla bocca la rabbia
Che da secoli tormenta il macigno,
Forte, perennio, corposo,
Duro e spinoso,
Che regge supremo indenne
Nella solitudine russando
Le notti di Dwejra
Nel muto silenzio ignoto
Riempendo l'idillico vuoto
Di sogni mai sognati,
Mai cantati,
Nascendo l'alba
Che dà posto al dì.
(Premiata seconda, Concorso Nazionale di Poesie 2010, Għaqda Poeti Maltin – Associazione Poeti Maltesi)
SAN RAFLU LAKELET
Never have I been to a place
so ethereally peaceful –
a chip from heaven ensconced
in arboreous solitude unseen,
resting supine on a glazed lakelet,
serene and contemplative –
a nook resembling heaven
secluded from the din that haunts
human activities at the expense of nature.
Never have I seen trees and water
in such a peaceful amalgam:
one giving what the other lacks –
an image of possessed beauty;
the back-drop sky releasing blue
to blend with reflected green
from trees crammed cravingly round
the sleeping edge of mirrored water.
A cloistered lake in miniature
that San Raflu hoards so jelously
in a depression of the land called Ħofra,
in which the rain finds its repose
to keep the goldfish plying
so restfully within the hold
at the sight of dragon-flies, that like
pristine midget planes patronize above
the somnolent lake against intruders.
The show will live long in my heart
so vividly as on my first sight.
(Winner of Second Prize, National Poetry Competition 2010, Għaqda Poeti Maltin – Association of Maltese Poets.)
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