There are seventy balconies in that hotel <br />Seventy balconies and not a single flower… <br />All those inhabitants, what’s the matter? <br />Do they all hate perfume? Do they hate color? <br /> <br />Even naked stone overwhelms with its sadness <br />The blank balconies infuse with their gloom <br />Doesn’t a single love-struck woman live there? <br />Not even one lonely poet demented by illusions? <br /> <br />Doesn’t someone want to see through the window <br />A miniature replica of a garden? <br />See roses climbing up along the white stone <br />A hibiscus blooming against the black iron? <br /> <br />If they don’t love plants, they will never love birds; <br />They’ll know nothing of music, rhyming, or love. <br />They’ll never hear a kiss or a piano <br />Or write someone’s name with clouds <br />Seventy balconies and not a single flower!<br /><br />Liberatore Suffoletta<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/modern-love-lxxxii-write-someone-s-name-with-clouds/
