| Nessuna parola
Di Margherita Guidacci
Poichè non mi veniva nessuna parola (la parola era “addio”, ma non riuscivo a dirla) ti ho dato il mio silenzio ed ho ascoltato il tuo, e non è stato un vuoto, ma condivisa pienezza e ancora gioia, mentre accettavamo, come la terra, un nostro tempo di neve, bianco grembo d’attesa delle future estati. |
No word
By Margherita Guidacci
And since I could think of no word (the word was “good-bye”, but I could not bring myself to say it) I gave you my silence and listened to yours, and it was not empty, but shared completeness and also joy, while we accepted, like the earth, our turn for snow, the white bosom of anticipation for future seasons.
Translation by ©Matilda Colarossi
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Margherita Guidacci, woman first and foremost, Florentine, original poet, translator. About herself she said: «I didn’t choose to be a poet; I am a poet because it’s just my nature.”
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