Antonia Pozzi: Tramonto/ Dusk

Antonia Pozzi TRAMONTO Antonia Pozzi Fili neri di pioppi –fili neri di nubisul cielo rosso –e questa prima erbalibera dalla nevechiarache fa pensare alla primaverae guardarese ad una svoltanascano le primule –Ma il ghiaccio inazzurra i sentieri –la nebbia addormenta i fossati –un lento pallore devastai colori del cielo –Scende la notte –nessun…Read more Antonia Pozzi: Tramonto/ Dusk

Marie-Claire Bancquart & Wendeline Hardenberg: Terre/ Earth, from “With Death, an Orange Segment Between Our Teeth, poems”.

“Exile is there, exile is plain/ everywhere…” TRANSLATOR’S NOTE: “I discovered Marie-Claire Bancquart in an anthology of 20th-century French poets during my first literary translation workshop in graduate school. I was immediately drawn to her language and her imagery—the way she brought ordinary things into her poems and elevated them to the same status as…Read more Marie-Claire Bancquart & Wendeline Hardenberg: Terre/ Earth, from “With Death, an Orange Segment Between Our Teeth, poems”.

Ada Negri: I globi d’oro/ The globes of gold

I globi d’oroAda NegriSon globi d’oro i caki del novembre,(chi ci rubò l’estate senza notti?)ma d’un oro sanguigno. Dalle ramespoglie pendono ignudi, e al morso invitano,colmi del succo zuccheroso: il soledi San Martino li attraversa d’unaliquida luce, in trasparenza. Vienicon me nell’orto, tutto strati e cumulidi foglie gialle: sulle foglie giallemeriggiar voglio, e m’attraversi il…Read more Ada Negri: I globi d’oro/ The globes of gold

Dina Ferri: Abbandonato/ Abandoned

War is never about who is right or who is wrong, who started it or who finished it: it is always about the children. As always, Dina Ferri uses her voice to speak for those who have no voice. Dina Ferri Siena, 29 marzo 1927. Povero bimbo! Tu eri felice, perché ignoravi…Read more Dina Ferri: Abbandonato/ Abandoned