This is the way that autumn came to the trees:
it stripped them down to the skin,
left their ebony bodies naked.
It shook out their hearts, the yellow leaves,
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'' Oh, God of May have mercy. Bless these withered bodies with the passion of your resurrection; make their dead veins flow with blood again. '' ITALIAN: '' Oh, Dio di maggio sii misericordioso. Benedici questi corpi avvizziti con la passione della tua risurrezione; fa' che in queste morte vene fluisca di nuovo il sangue. ''
I don't always have words to write after reading a poem but this one has caught my imagination and my heart. A beautiful homage to Autumn, showing the real heart of what sometimes seems like a benign season but which has winter in its heart. It is al here, captured in this translation. Superb job, my friend. Superb job.