Polaroid 200 Land Camera Fuji

Trieste

(from Trieste and a woman, 1910-12)

I walked across the entire city.

Then I climbed up a slope,

crowded at the beginning, then deserted,

closed by a wall:

a corner where only

sit, and I think that where it ends

the city limits.

Trieste has a sullen

grace. If you like,

is like a tomboy and voracious harsh,

with blue eyes and hands too big

to give a flower, like a love

jealous. From this height

every church, every street

discover, if crowded beach, or

the hill where, on the stony

top of a house, the last one, clings.

Around

circulates to every thing looked strange, tormented air,

the native air.

My city is alive in every part,

has the corner for me, my life

pensive and shy.

Umberto Saba