by Alex Valente.
Original Italian by Carla Lonzi (1931-82)
The impact will be
of a specific wound, hiding
the enigma – it’ll melt in airy
migration of a blood cloud
obeying the call of unbridgeable
situations on the migrating trail
of tame iridescent pens
the outpouring flight of dizzying
happiness that follows the snapping
of a vertebra or a muscle
rigidly hidden the innocent
gait of those who hold
nothing too close.
(Milan, 23 novembre 1961)