Giuseppe Ungaretti, 'Vigil'

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Vigil

A whole night long
crouched close
to one of our men
butchered
with his clenched
mouth
grinning at the full moon
with the congestion
of his hands
thrust right
into my silence
I've written
letters filled with love

I have never been
so
coupled to life

by Giuseppe Ungaretti