Albino Pierro Poems

S'i campène
di Pasck
su' paroue
di Crist
ch'è fatte nghiure
'a morte,
...

They looked at one other breathlessly
and in silence,
the two lovers.
...

One day,
I could not tell you whether it was cold
or raining in the world
the midday light
suddenly broke out.
Without realizing,
...

Who knows.
No doubt they were afraid
to disappear should their breaths touch;
they were a colored
soap bubble to each other,
...

And yet I feel content and don't get tired
of slashing with my fingers through the air,
tarantella-like.
...

Apprime, a lu paise,
si cièrete nu mort,
ll'accumpagnàite 'a banda
e Dumìniche u Cumme cch'i rastre11e.
...

Nu jurne
nun vi sapéra dice si nd'u munne
facì fridde o chiuvìte
'ssìvite nda na botte
'a 'uce di menzejurne.
...

Among people laughing,
the day you disappeared,
I was hiding like a blade of straw
in the twisted wheel
of a charred wagon
at the bottom of a cliff.
...

Before, if there was
a funeral in town,
the band would follow,
...

E ****ente m' aiute e nun mi stanche
di sciabbuè cch' i dìcete, nda ll' arie,
a tarantelle.
...