Poetry 1 min

Sicilian Sunshine

Antonio Costa

Vague solitude, I remember

the summers

and big waves of the sea

we went to pick up pietre, rocks

in the marina.

Gentle, that Sicilian sun,

estivo; sento

strong winds

pecore, sheep in the sky,

and it's love

that encloses as if in a bud

its own secrets.

Silent Sicilian sunshine,

still vague

it is the crown of the sea, my angelo

but brief

and by the wind's caress

on foamish and greenish sands,

she plays

with the curls of waves

vanishing over the shore.

This poem was written by a Bay Area local for the San Jose Public Library Short Edition collection.

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