by Alex Valente.

Original Italian by Elisa Biagini (1970 – )

(dialogue between Emily and Paul*)

Standing, on the threshold
my eye in your
hand, your tongue
on my ear:
this is how we meet,
through touch, because
our pupil is stretched
by the effort, our tastebuds
almost scratched.
If the plank splits, if the
voice sinks,
there is here,
in the air, the
to hold us.

* Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886) and Paul Celan (1920 – 1970).

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