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Italianback ANTONIA POZZI
translation from Italian by Amy Newman
Odor of Hay
Who knows where it comes from,
this odor of hay:
like an exhausted wing
coming from too far away.
It collapses, lets itself fall
on me, with insane abandon,
like the breath of a creature
who can’t go on anymore.
All the tears of this unknown, unfinished path
tremble in my impure soul
like the hoarse rattle of that cricket, in the garden,
gnawing the dark loneliness.
Milan, 1 June 1929 
Contributor’s notes: Antonia Pozzi
Contributor’s notes: Amy Newman