Caribou ©Julia Leverone Caribou summer coats look burnt through, pocked from bite scars or molt or the song of persistent sun, the long summer light coursing the tundra, spotlighting them. A cow and her bull are slow in taking their fill from the river bank, rich moss and brush, polychrome, mottled; A couple are there…Read more Poets translating poets: Patrizia Sardisco & Julia Leverone
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Poets translating poets: Roberta De Piccoli & Ralph Waldo Emerson
Music Ralph Waldo Emerson Let me go where’er I will I hear a sky-born music still; It sounds from all things old, It sounds from all things young, From all that’s fair, from all that’s foul, Peals out a cheerful song. It is not only in the rose, It is not only in…Read more Poets translating poets: Roberta De Piccoli & Ralph Waldo Emerson
Poets translating poets: Patrizia Sardisco & Julia Leverone
Correction ©Julia Leverone Weeks slipping under, winter, the sink of chill, a plain burning widening into space— the park made stubble, patches of stalks of tall once-flora. What were they, now fallen over themselves. How seemingly lonely. And so I saw the rush: the bright cardinal flee for life, to hide from my bike…Read more Poets translating poets: Patrizia Sardisco & Julia Leverone
English/Italian/Umbrian Translation: Paolo Ottaviani & Derek Walcott
MAP OF THE NEW WORLD Archipelagoes . by Derek Walcott At the end of this sentence, rain will begin. At the rain’s edge, a sail. Slowly the sail will lose sight of islands; into a mist will go the belief in harbours of an entire race. The ten-years war is finished. Helen’s hair, a…Read more English/Italian/Umbrian Translation: Paolo Ottaviani & Derek Walcott
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