Update for Everyone VIII: He who laughs have the last laugh

[Okay, maybe Mike Johnson is a competent parliamentarian.]

Today marks two years since my grandmother's passing, and I am still as much in grief today as I was then. But things in life are picking up overall.

I was still on hiatus from the forum at that point, so I'll extend my belated condolences now.

[Okay, maybe Mike Johnson is a competent parliamentarian.]

I moved today.

[Okay, maybe Mike Johnson is a competent parliamentarian.]

I have posted translations of mine from Quasimodo and Montale in the past. Here is a poem by Umberto Saba, La capra.

I spoke to a goat.
It was alone in the meadow, it was tied.
Sated with grass, soaked
in the rain, it bleated.

That unchanging bleat was fraternal
with my sorrow. And I answered, at first
in jest, then because pain is eternal,
has one voice and does not vary.
That voice I heard
moaning in a lonely goat.

In a goat with a Semitic face
I heard the complaint of every other evil,
every other life.

Beautiful poem and beautiful translation. I love Saba.