Here is a girl, hardly developed,
Not yet potuplyayas, not krasneya,
Unfathomable black eyes
Looking to meet me.
It would be on my way,
I have spent all my life in Settignano,
We weathered stone Septimius Sevéra.
I looked on the rocks, sunlit,
The beautiful tanned neck and back
Ugly women under the trembling poplars.
15 May 1909
Settignano
