segunda-feira, 1 de março de 2010

(...) an yet

then sometimes, come May, swirls settle in the glass classroom
rains of flickering fire fell clinging to the clothed bodies
of hospital nuns , doctors, and to our sick, naked as they are
from my hiding place I tremble in the whirling wind out there
............................................................................[and I tremble less

Giancarlo Majorino in "Di'--allora dico", Italian Poetry: 1950 to 1990, Ridinger and Renello (eds.), Dante University Press, 1996.

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