Il Sogno Della Madre - by
Se state guardando una madre che dorme in poltrona
/ in un qualsiasi dopopranzo invernale
/ con il televisore temporaneamente spento
/ e con in casa…
observation
The Tear in the Sack - by
A nocturnal bird, say a nightjar,
/ cocking its head in the silence
/ of a few deflowering trees,
/ witnesses more than we do
/ the parallels.
/ …
Travel permit, round trip - by
A small calf on a cart, on cobblestones, happily whisking his tail, a Polish stork, lost in thought, a
/ peasant woman…
Now - by
The thing about poetry is you have to keep doing it.
People have to keep making it.
The old stuff is no use
Once it’s old.
Tilleadh bhon a’ bhas - by
Nuair a thàinig mi air ais bhon a’ bhàs
/ bha a’ mhadainn ann,
/ bha an doras-cùil fosgailte,
/ is bha putan dhe na bha…