Old Town
Often, to return to my home
take an obscure way of the old town.
Yellow is reflected in some puddle
some lights and the road is crowded.
here among people who are going
inn the house or brothel,
where goods are men and the debris
a large port sea \u200b\u200b
I find myself, through the infinite
humility.
Here prostitute and sailor, the old
that blasphemy, the female bega,
the dragon that sits at the shop
of the fryer,
the riotous young crazy
love,
are all creatures of life
and pain;
stirs in them, like me, the Lord.
You feel humble in the company of
my thoughts be
purest where most shameful is the way.
Umberto Saba inTrieste and a woman (1910-12)
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