THE EPIPHANY Giovanni Pascoli
The Befana comes
comes from the mountains at night.
How is tired! The surrounding
snow, frost and wind.
It is the Epiphany.
His hands in the chest on the cross, and the snow is
his coat and frost
his panel and the wind its voice.
His hands in the chest on the cross. It keeps close
slowly
the villa, the farmhouse,
watching, listening or
nearer or farther.
Slowly, slowly.
What's inside this house?
A slight shuffling.
All is calm, all is black.
and shines a light changes.
What's inside this house?
Watch and see ... three beds
with three children to bed, good.
to watch and see ... capitoni
there are three long and thin socks.
Oh! three socks and three beds.
The bright and shining down, and
scricchiolan scales;
the brightly lit and salt, and
palpitan tents.
Who salt? Who goes?
Co 'mother dropped her gifts,
rooms with his smile.
The bright burns in the face
lamp as a church.
Co 'gifts his mother fell.
La Befana the window
hears and sees, es'allontana.
Move the north, passing through the
road,
trembles every door, every window.
And that's in the house?
A long sigh and faint.
Some firefly fire
shines even in the hearth.
But there in the cottage?
Watch and see ... three strapunti
with three children to bed, good.
Among the ashes and coals
there are three hooves worn.
Oh! three shoes and three strapunti
... And my mother waking and row
sighing and sobbing, and behold
from time to time
oh! those three bases in a row ...
sleep and cry, cry and row.
La Befana sees and hears;
fled to the mountain, which is the dawn.
that mother still cries
on those children with nothing.
La Befana sees and hears.
La Befana is on the mountain.
What he sees is what he saw:
some people cry and some people laugh;
it clouds his forehead,
while he is on the white mountain.
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