Into my desert soil burned over with salt
And that it may show all the day long to the azure mirrors of heaven
the anxiety of its gentle yellow face
Dark things turn to the light
Colors empty themselves out in a flow of hues
these words of mine tend to music
to vanish into something other is therefore the greatest of all fortunes
Bring me the plant which leads where clear transparencies arise
And life turns to air as its essence
Bring me the sunflower, madly in love with the light
- Eugenio Montale
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