by Alex Valente

Original Italian by Elisabetta Destasio (1968 – ), ‘Ora’

we are the word, the movement
the undertow and the tree’s crown.
Room, street corner,
the night.
Words, whispered.
Crumbling with anxiety.
The cove. The pledge. The promise.
The abstract system.
Laconic syntony.
Incipit. Excipit.
Shadows stretching,
on the drying canal’s
gravel bed.
The mouths. The jug.
We are the spilled wine.
Vermillion Red.
White-hot splinters.
The beats, the flutter.
And the (in) verse canon.
Gust of wind.
We are the absence,
And the night, once more.

Featured image © Edo Zollo

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