Gianni Rodari ;
brothers Deer Companions - 1955
Seven Brothers as seven elms,
high as robust as a plant.
Poets do not know their names,
have double-locked:
their hearts
dust piles up and there are the chicks to peck.
The textbooks are filled ears.
Those seven names written in the fire would burn the little pages
where balmy sleep
the old tales
approved by the Ministry.
But you my people, you who
you shake the dust off
to walk light
you in the heart that you let the wind
and do not bump into issues as taxes,
Stop in your heart
their names as seven elms:
Gelindo,
Antenor,
Aldo,
Ovid
Ferdinand,
Augustine
Hector?
No one will have a most beautiful book in history,
your blood will be their poet
from living words, you will grow with
their legend grows as a vine of Emilia
clinging to his elms
filled with bunches
sun.
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