Love Song. Elio Pagliarani (trans. Luca Paci)

You had the legs of a pregnant mare
and straw hair, your shapes
made by a carpenter I fought
sure to make them again, imagining
if I pulled your nipples with my teeth
a turgid richness. You looked good
dressed like a sailor, white and blue.

On the sand I fought to open you
and relieved you from a doubt, third class train
God knows what
I thought to see in her mobile
If this was shame! come
age of illusion which leaves the mark
is the lie: after declaring life
big, here I am twisting my back
to say: it’s odd it’s odd like a goose.

I acknowledge that instead of drowning
I used you as lifejacket.

Here, where the sea has broken, there is no
memory, and if treason strikes me
from the depth, it’s the night clarity
marriage sea moon in these low
lands, is Villa Serena so bare,
silence, bewilderment to the dawn’s


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