ah, through the open door

is there an almond tree

aflame with blossom!

—let us fight no more.

among the pink and blue

of the sky and the almond flowers

a sparrow flutters.

—we have come through,

it is really spring!—see,

when he thinks himself alone

how he bullies the flowers.

—ah, you and me

how happy we'll be!—see him

he clouts the tufts of flowers

in his impudence.

—but, did you dream

it would be so bitter? never mind

it is finished, the spring is here.

and we're going to be summer-happy

and summer-kind.

we have died, we have slain and been slain,

we are not our old selves any more.

i feel new and eager

to start again.

it is gorgeous to live and forget.

and to feel quite new.

see the bird in the flowers?—he's making

a rare to-do!

he thinks the whole blue sky

is much less than the bit of blue egg

he's got in his nest—we'll be happy

you and i, i and you.

with nothing to fight any more—

in each other, at least.

see, how gorgeous the world is

outside the door!

san gaudenzio