Glory of Expanded Noon
Glory of expanded noon
by Eugenio Montale
when the trees give up no shade,
and more and more the look of things
is turning bronze, from excess light.
Above, the sun—and a dry shore;
so my day is not yet done:
the finest hour is over the low wall,
closed off by a pale setting sun.
Drought all around: kingfisher hovers
over something life has left.
The good rain is beyond the barrenness,
but there's greater joy in waiting.
translated by Jonathan Galassi