Emmanuela Tandello

I poeti della domenica #260: Amelia Rosselli, ah così pensavi che avresti trovato la felicità


ha so you had thought you would have found felicity
at the corner drug-
store, and are once more deluded, o you who wait
timelessly at the fountain and are shoved
back into your own
lair. nevermore nevermore do we say upon
each division from
glory, nevermore shall we illude our senses our very
essence, that again the blood might run flesh upon the white
block. Bring in your heavy load of dry herbs bring
in your pain and keep it frozen to your own
essence, it might shind itself into
white light, if you but
dig into it.