Now that all your distance surrounds me
I stand unarmed inside a lone evening
The honey is fragrant on the table
and there is thunder in the valley,
much anxiety between the one and the other
I am frequented space
deserted by your sun.
Come. Ask me where
shout solitude at me
And this sky tainted with dismay
with mountain lights
has learned me by heart forever.
— Andrea Zanzotto
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