In the Greenhouse | A poem by Eugenio Montale, 1939

William Degouve de Nuncques, Lemon trees in Majorca, c 1901

The lemon bushes overflowed
with the patter of mole paws,
the scythe shined
in its rosary of cautious water drops.

A dot, a ladybug,
ignited above the quince berries
as the snort of a rearing pony broke through,
bored with his rub-down—then the dream took over.

Kidnapped, and weightless, I was drenched
with you, your outline
was my hidden breath, your face
merged with my face, and the dark

idea of God descended
upon the living few, amid heavenly
sounds, amid childish drums,
amid suspended globes of lightning

upon me, upon you, and over the lemons …

Eugenio Montale, In the Greenhouse, 1939
tr. Charles Wright

Also:
Salt | A poem by Eugenio Montale, 1939
The Lemon Trees | A poem by Eugenio Montale, 1925