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Leave if You Can II I live in the house of poetry. I ascend her stairs slowly and leap back down. I sit in the chair of poetry, sleep in her bed, eat from her plate. Poetry has windows through which mornings and afternoons fall, and how well she suspends a teardrop how well she blows until I tumble / With this I mean to say that one basket brings both wounds and bandages.   I love poetry so much that sometimes I think I don’t love her / She looks at me, inclines her head and keeps knitting poetry. As always, I’ll be the bigger person. But how to say it / How to tell her I want to leave / honestly I want to fry my asparagus… I see her coming near with her bottle of oil and crazed skillet. I see her, her little bundle of asparagus slipping out her sleeve. Ah her freshness / her chaotic glint and the way she approaches with relentless meter.   I surrender / I surrender always because I live in the house of poetry / because I ascend the stairs of poetry and also because I come back down.     — Translated by Lisa Allen Ortiz & Sara Daniele Rivera
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Jun 10, 2023
Jun 10, 2023 at 9:02 AM UTC
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Leave if You Can II by Rossella Di Paolo
Leave if You Can II I live in the house of poetry. I ascend her stairs slowly and leap back down. I sit in the chair of poetry, sleep in her bed, eat from her plate. Poetry has windows through which mornings and afternoons fall, and how well she suspends a teardrop how well she blows until I tumble / With this I mean to say that one basket brings both wounds and bandages.   I love poetry so much that sometimes I think I don’t love her / She looks at me, inclines her head and keeps knitting poetry. As always, I’ll be the bigger person. But how to say it / How to tell her I want to leave / honestly I want to fry my asparagus… I see her coming near with her bottle of oil and crazed skillet. I see her, her little bundle of asparagus slipping out her sleeve. Ah her freshness / her chaotic glint and the way she approaches with relentless meter.   I surrender / I surrender always because I live in the house of poetry / because I ascend the stairs of poetry and also because I come back down.     — Translated by Lisa Allen Ortiz & Sara Daniele Rivera
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Fare l'alba con te... vivere la notte con te... sfiorare ogni emozione con te... ogni gioco e ogni follia... assaporare la nostra capacità di vivere la vita e il mondo appieno, come pochi sanno fare, è per me gioia profonda e felicità. Quando siamo insieme per me non esiste altro, non so come, ma solo così io non penso nulla... ogni momento resta unico, semplicemente momenti di vita che insieme viviamo, ma che conserverò sempre nella mia memoria e nel mio cuore. Ripensando a te Al mio nord Rossella Usai - Agosto 2005 - Dedicata a Claudio, indimenticabile periodo di vita con lui.
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Jul 20, 2017
Jul 20, 2017 at 2:44 AM UTC
rossella-usai
Al mio Nord
Fare l'alba con te... vivere la notte con te... sfiorare ogni emozione con te... ogni gioco e ogni follia... assaporare la nostra capacità di vivere la vita e il mondo appieno, come pochi sanno fare, è per me gioia profonda e felicità. Quando siamo insieme per me non esiste altro, non so come, ma solo così io non penso nulla... ogni momento resta unico, semplicemente momenti di vita che insieme viviamo, ma che conserverò sempre nella mia memoria e nel mio cuore. Ripensando a te Al mio nord Rossella Usai - Agosto 2005 - Dedicata a Claudio, indimenticabile periodo di vita con lui.
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