“To My Wife You are like a young white hen. Her feathers ruffle in the wind, her neck curves down to drink, and she rummages in the earth: but, in walking, she has your slow, queenly step, haughty and proud.… — Umberto Saba Copy Share Image
Every evening words, not stars, light the sky. No rest in life like life itself. — Umberto Saba Copy Share Image
“To My Wife You are like a young white hen. Her feathers ruffle in the wind, her neck curves down to drink, and she… — Umberto Saba Copy Share Image
