In the field half gray and half black <br />A plow stays without oxes, that seems <br />Forgotten, in the light vapour. <br /> <br />And the rhytmic washing of the laudresses <br />Comes from the milcourse <br />With its thick splashes and long singsongs. <br /> <br />The wind blows and the frond snows under, <br />And you still don't return to your town! <br />When you left, how I stayed! <br />As the plow, in the middle of the fallow. <br />(Translated from Italian by P.G.Mazzarello)<br /><br />Paolo Giuseppe Mazzarello<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/from-g-pascoli-the-washerwomen/
