by Guido Monte
Multilingual Poetry
"Negli anni sessanta sono cominciate a scomparire le lucciole
In the '60s fireflies began to die out."
—Pier Paolo Pasolini
La confessione © 2012 Nicola Spacca |
(Swans - April 9, 2012)
everything came up
de la grâce de ta mère
through your mother,
owing to her
you felt your life,
owing to her you felt
your young
communist dream,
pensando en ella
thinking about her
you ventured
into suburbs
of our dead cities
nos villes des morts,
asking people,
whoever they were,
to give and offer poetry.
you had a drink of water
from a fountain, at night,
looking at a dog
on the roadside,
and you were reflected in him
and his infinite desire of life,
his eternal walkabout
out of our world business
just without fireflies
désormais sans vers luisants...
it's your will-testament, indeed:
to keep going along
the poor people's roads,
people that nobody knows,
to think of abandoned dogs
as brothers
sentiendonos hermanos
de perros abandonados
The author thanks Alberto Antinoro, Francesca Saieva, and Olga Milazzo.
picture: La confessione, by Nicola Spacca (2012).
Care about Guido's work? Then please consider a donation. Thank you.
Legalese
Feel free to insert a link to this work on your Web site or to disseminate its URL on your favorite lists, quoting the first paragraph or providing a summary. However, DO NOT steal, scavenge, or repost this work on the Web or any electronic media. Inlining, mirroring, and framing are expressly prohibited. Pulp re-publishing is welcome -- please contact the publisher. This material is copyrighted, © Guido Monte 2012. All rights reserved.
Have your say
Do you wish to share your opinion? We invite your comments. E-mail the Editor. Please include your full name, address and phone number (the city, state/country where you reside is paramount information). When/if we publish your opinion we will only include your name, city, state, and country.
About the Author
Guido Monte on Swans (with bio). Also, please check Guido's entry on Wikipedia. (back)