Ode to a Flower in Casarsa
Desert flower, flowers from the garland of our houses where families bicker in the open air, you browse on the stones of the day, simple, while field and sky like sky and sea appear all around. Rustic desert flower, no evening streaming with lights. No shepherds drenched by dew, slender fire of the hedges. No marsh-marigold, bilberry, swamp-violet or Florentine iris, or gentian, no angelica, no Parnassian grass or marsh-myrtle. You’re Pieruti, Zuan and tall Bepi with his walking-sticks of bone, slim at the helm of his wagon, pasture flower. You become hay. Burn, burn, sun of my town, little desert flower. The years pass over you, and so do I, with the shadow of the acacia tree, with the sunflower, on this quiet day.
From In Danger: A Pasolini Anthology by Pier Paolo Pasolini, edited by Jack Hirschman. Copyright © 1941 by Pier Paolo Pasolini. Used by permission of City Lights Publishers.
Pier Paolo Pasolini
Pier Paolo Pasolini was born on March 5, 1922, in Bologna, Italy. He was a film director and a poet. Some of his collections include La meglio gioventù (1954) and Poesia in forma di rosa (1964). Pasolini died in 1975.
Date Published: 1941-01-01
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/ode-flower-casarsa