Il ponte di legno

Blondi

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Yet whenever I cross the river
On its bridge with wooden piers,
Like the odor of brine from the ocean
Comes the thought of other years.

And I think how many thousands
Of care-encumbered men,
Each bearing his burden of sorrow,
Have crossed the bridge since then.

Contest Il Ponte  concluso

Pubblicata il 13 giugno 2010