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Anatomy
Translation from Historiae by Antonella Anedda
A Sardinian proverb says
that the devil is not interested in bones
perhaps because skeletons offer a great peace,
composed in display cases or desert landscapes.
I love their smile made only with their teeth, their skulls,
the perfection of the eye sockets, the missing noses,
the void around their sex,
and finally the hair, these frills, flown into nothingness.
It is not a macabre taste,
but anatomy's glabrous realism
2023
Arctic
Translation from Historiae by Antonella Anedda
I.
I see the beds of those I love lining up in long rows,
each bed a body and a name.
Later I will fix the poem, I will make it a house
with pointed roofs perfect for the snow. Now we must leave,
live for those who remain, carve
their form every day anew, fight
for that body that the air nevertheless will break down in gusts.
2.
If I had had more time there in the summer dark
2023
Galaxies
because this planet's radiance overcame me
—Dante, Paradiso, IX, 33
Translation from Historiae by Antonella Anedda
I dreamt that I saw the earth from far away,
I saw fields, the moon, the undertow
and how each tide undermines earth with water.
I wanted to reach Saturn, my planet
of fire and lead, so I was nourishing melancholy.
I was spinning in the fog looking for you and you were below
2023