Viva Bartali!
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Damian Walford Davies
Damian Walford Davies is Professor of English and Head of the School of English, Communication and Philosophy at Cardiff University.
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Viva Bartali! - Damian Walford Davies
Ponte a Ema
Tuscany, 1924
You’d wake to the tang
of lye ash soap, to women singing
on the river bank, beating laundry
vestment-white and laying it to dry
like snow on furze and rock.
From bridge to ox-bow bend,
the pools were fishless, fizzing,
glib with suds. Some days,
what brought you round like salts
was Primo’s dung cart, hauling
two weeks’ worth from sties and coops
to strew across the flint-set fields.
Opening the shutters on a frozen street,
raffia iron-hard around the balcony,
you’d watch your father move
from lamp to lamp down Crucifixion Lane,
mount his ladder, snuff each sallow
oilflame with a shale-cut hand.
Vista
Florence, 1926
The ride to school was on a cast-off
butcher’s bike, sin-black,
through lanes that dyed the tyres
white. You’d pass the blind man
on his daughter’s doorstep
crying Go, my boy!, a girl
with wasted legs propped
puppet-like against a wayside shrine.
Then up the killing incline, scrip
rebounding off your back, along
a line of cypress flames until
the terracotta city opened out
before you at Piazza Michelangelo,
where blackshirts massed
below the copy of the David,
the manboy’s weight thrown right,
a star of hair above the groin,
great lodes of blood across his hand.
Resurrection
Ponte a Ema, 1929
Midwinter afternoon, the cold
belligerent. A game of cops
and robbers, run all day in random
rat-tat-tats through barns
and steaming byres, gathered
to a shootout in the drifts
in Salvatore’s field, snowball-bullets
ripping through the Boys in Blue.
Later, trailing moons of lantern glow
along the ground, Babbo
found you where the Scarface Swells
had tommy-gunned you down –
snow-sepulchred, heartbeat
hibernation-slow, a chrysalis
that took six months to thaw
to speech, ragazzo-Lazarus
who somewhere in that whiteout
promised never to be killed again.
Yolks
1933
Your summer regimen: dawn raid
on Babbo’s hen-hutch, bantams
palmed aside for alabaster eggs
that clack inside your jersey’s
pouch; a flask of ebony espressos
with the taste of cigarettes;
the weighed canteen of water, gram-
precise; your one spare tyre, torqued
figure-of-eight across your back;
goggles for the Tuscan dust;
three rattled-through Hail Marys
for the road. The morning full of grace –
gathered to the wicked slug of coffee
at the San Donato bend,
and your breaking of the shells
against the handlebars, eggwhites
trailing from the metal, gold hearts
wolfed down on your slick descents.
Amateur
1934
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