.: Christmas :.

I don't feel like
diving
into a tangle
of streets

I'm carrying
so much
tiredness
on my shoulders

Just let me be
like a
thing
set
in a
corner
and forgotten
Here
there’s nothing
but the good warmth
I’m
with the four
somersaults
of smoke
from the fireplace.

Giuseppe Ungaretti, from Vita d’un uomo. "All the poems" 1942



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