Two Poems by Antonella Anedda
Dec 15, 2019
1 minute
—Translated from the Italian by Patrizio Ceccagnoli and Susan Stewart
HISTORIAE 2
The book rotted by the rain, the clay that’s slipped,the earth screeches,the walls lose their grip on the paintings,nothing is aligned like the planets we think we understand.Within the shock announced this morning by the howling dogstheir muzzles pointing toward an imaginary swarm of beesthe floor slides toward the void. We, too,run away in the wake of a memory of the species(oh, storm made of fire and basil,of lamps and beds askewand you, mountain, gulping water and air)while the house breaks up and disappears.
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