You are like a creamy pullet, my white hen, whose plumes the wind disturbs when she stoops to drink or peck at the ground, yet proceeding over the grass with measured step just like a queen: full-bosomed and superb and… Read More ›
Italian modernist poetry
Analysis of Giuseppe Ungaretti’s Shout No More
Giuseppe Ungaretti’s Shout No More Stop killing the dead, don’t shout anymore, don’t shout if you still want to hear them, if you hope not to pass on. They have the imperceivable murmur, they make no more noise than the… Read More ›