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| Maria Teresa Liuzzo |
Poems by Maria Teresa Liuzzo (Italy) translated into English by Peter Russell
- Nobel Prize nominee for Literature
WHERE THE POET SAT
'' for Peter Russell ''
The '' wreched '' chair
where both the '' chassis ''
combined different sounds
lapsing into the evening tears,
today, it disappears
whit the affiction of a visual scrap.
And the time 's stubble
on the unsteady hands
came into view
through the prairies if life.
It wasn't given corn to me
to sow a fields,
but I still reaped
seeds of hope
translating the sorrow' s
way.
AT THE FOUNTAIN OF SHADOV
At the fountain
of that ethereal shadow
there lies the heavy
of the universe:
we are human light
in the thunderbolt of blood,
spastic movements of pawns
in the dismal suffering
if this '' humanism''
for we can never know
the age of the soul
ours, or anybody's.
And time seconds us
in space that polishes us
shavings of illusions.
I shall not escape my punishment:
well do I know
the mine of the blade
and I shall struggle to live
where all is ruination.
SYMBOL
A symbol
death is
of nothingness
and beyond
it generates atoms
of utopia
in the macabre hothouse
of breathing.
Whispers
are celestial shocks:
they celebrate
the fascination of the unknown
amongst marginal spikes
if dead dawns.
The short cuts
I have lost
of ''universal'' sense
to reach you,
O soul,
to give back to the mould
its last fragment
of extreme nothingness.
COME TO ME
Now
come to me
chrysalides of blood
the marble aorta
to ease
amongst chrysanthemums quickened by the sun,
amongst these void gestures
in the astral wind of shadow.
Substance is rigid
and aseptic:
viruses do not affront
and peaks of silence
are timid mummies
anchored to the ground of time.
Flee, O pensive souls
the eveninh's last challenge
where a wraith
cavities of light flares up
for pregnant is the earth
with other scandal.
Maria Teresa Liuzzo
English translation of Peter Russell
