Chiara De Luca, La ronde du rêve

La première page blanche est toujours / dans l’attente d’un geste d’offrande / Je change d’agenda à chaque fois où je meurs / c’est pour cela qu’en février j’en achète / au moins une demi-douzaine en solde.

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“Alfabeto dell’invisibile”, some poems translated by Gray Sutherland

Orphans of the sun today the gulls / weep with hunger on the shore / the waves have swept the remains of the banquet away / in this their strenuous reaping and return.

Orphans of the sun today the gulls / weep with hunger on the shore / the waves have swept the remains of the banquet away / in this their strenuous reaping and return. / Now I remember you like a giant / who bore me lightly in his arms / “where you can’t touch the bottom” to throw me / into the air and recapture me just before / I fell into the water to save me

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