Vittorio Corcos 
You,
flecked smile
wind up frozen snows of March
ballet classes
erupted in the snow, moaning and glowing
Your little "O"
hind limbs from white
nice, I know I could
still
soaring grace of all your days
the lace of foam
all your ways - has frozen future
down the plain -
you smile you laugh mottled
burning.
***** You,
dappled smile on frozen snows -
wind of March, ballet
sprung on the boughs of snow,
moaning and glowing
your little "OHS" -
white-limbed doe,
gracious,
Would I Could
know yet
the gliding grace
all your days off, the foam-like lace
all of your ways -
to-morrow is frozen
down in the plain - you
dappled
you glowing smile laughter.
(March 11, 1950) by Cesare
Constance
You, flecked smile
wind up frozen snows of March
ballet classes
erupted in the snow, moaning and glowing
Your little "O"
hind limbs from white
nice, I know I could
still
soaring grace of all your days
the lace of foam
all your ways - has frozen future
down the plain -
you smile you laugh mottled
burning.
***** You,
dappled smile on frozen snows -
wind of March, ballet
sprung on the boughs of snow,
moaning and glowing
your little "OHS" -
white-limbed doe,
gracious,
Would I Could
know yet
the gliding grace
all your days off, the foam-like lace
all of your ways -
to-morrow is frozen
down in the plain - you
dappled
you glowing smile laughter.
(March 11, 1950) by Cesare
Constance
