Portrait of my daughter
My little girl with the ball in hand
with big eyes and color of the sky
vesticciola summer, "Babbo
- said to me-I want to go out with you today."
And I thought, so many appearances that
gazing at the world I know well what to
I look like my baby.
Certainly the foam, the sea foam
that whitens o'er, than wake
issues from blue roofs and the wind disperses;
even the clouds, clouds insensitive
that are made and undone in clear sky;
and other things to read and wandering.
Umberto Saba, the Melancholy love
