Blackbirdan online journal of literature and the artsSpring 2018  Vol. 17 No. 1
an online journal of literature and the arts
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translation from Italian by Paula Bohince


In gray camouflage, in full sun,
I clung to the bark of an oak;
such was the thrill of singing,
uninterrupted and steady in the drought,
a gigantic, pulsing reverberation,
the song my sweetest drink,
until from behind came the fast,
shadow-less hand of a child.
Bottled, I became drunk with spinning
in that sling, singing,
singing, as in a dream, almost without
voice, corked as wine is.  

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