Secret Last Year (A Calendar Twelve-tone) [4. April, maybe]
The sun is made of many mysterious concepts cowardly resentments with listless rotation they say they don't say but they demand attention something rotten a little enlarged or rosy a slight lividness applied to our pettiness with light brush strokes exhausted by the heat I speak of the heat that spoils and enthuses of this black and magic heat that doesn't survive innocuously childish to the organism's purpose softened by the veritable verities drawing near in April which is the fourth month of the year
From The Position of Things: Collected Poems 1961-1992 by Adriano Spatola, translated by Paul Vangelisti. Copyright © 2008 by Adriano Spatola and Paul Vangelisti. Used by permission of Green Integer Press.