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This poem is taken from PN Review 225, Volume 42 Number 1, September - October 2015.

Poems translated by Paul Bohince
Corrado Govoni

O serious autumn
with delicious fruit
hanging from the bare branches;
monotonous rain
streaming down pale glass
and the relentless fog.
O, along the denuded hedges,
the sad bell of a robin.

In the end, the sweet expected end.
No regrets. Fall leaves.
Dozing in the sun
on deserted thresholds.

The Cuckoo

O cuckoo, cuckoo, you beautiful fart
that flies over the blooming hemp,

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