Lightning
Tonight a trembling sky
sick with black clouds
sharpens in brilliant flashes
my sleepless desire
and makes it hard and bright
like a blade of steel.
Lampi
Stanotte un sussultante cielo
malato di nuvole nere
acuisce a sprazzi vividi
il mio desiderio insonne
e lo fa duro e lucente
come una lama d'acciaio.
<https://www.interimpoetics.org/34-4/maggie-queeney>
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On Mon, Jun 11, 2018 at 8:49 PM, Lawrence Helm <lawrencehelm@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx>
wrote:
I’ve run, dashing along
The sand, despite the
Wind’s hindrance. I’ve
Struggled, collapsing,
With mind buzzing
Feeling the end near
Even when young.
And the books: I tried
To read them all,
Running thoughts in
My head along the sand
And at home struggling
Through one after
The other. I dreamt
Of the World’s end
And that learning
Would be lost unless
I saved it. I watch
At Ben sleeping,
Legs kicking. Who
Is it watches me?
