Pascoli's Jasmine night

Jasmine Night

And opens the flowers at night,
hour you think of 'my dear.
Appeared among the viburnum
crepuscular butterflies.
For some time the cries have ceased:
beyond a single house whispers.
Under the wings sleeping nests,
like eyes under the eyelashes.
From the cups open exhales
the smell of strawberries.
A light shines across the room.
Comes the grass over the graves.
Late bee whispers
cells are already taken.
The Chioccetta on blue barnyard
goes with his chirping of stars.
All night s'esala
the smell that goes with the wind.
Switch the light on the stairs;
shines on the first floor is extinguished ...
It is the sunrise: the petals close
slightly crumpled, there nests
into the urn and secret springs,
something new happiness.