Category: Italian

• Twelve Poems by Yari Bernasconi

  The monument is like new. Imposing in its granite, it soars above shrubs and grass blades. If the space around it bewilders, paved with stones already grown over with green, the obelisk watches all from on high.

  Italian

  V. Penelope Pelizzon, Yari Bernasconi

• Seven Poems by Amelia Rosselli

  Not even winning over themselves and how could he once shot? He was shot and they recognized each other

  Italian

  Amelia Rosselli, Deborah Woodard, Roberta Antognini

• Five Poems by Donato Loscalzo

  in trasimeno, memories in a quiet mirage of may shadowy pauses in your long turn to speak long pauses in life still to live

  Italian

  Donato Loscalzo, James Bradley Wells

• Four Poems by Eugenio De Signoribus

  I have been here, in the dark hermitage of deceptive and distressing aspect

  Italian

  Eugenio De Signoribus, Richard Dixon

• Elisa Biagini

  i write from the / cracks, in the knots / of the wood, in the / dust under the carpet:

  Italian

  Catherine Kedala, Elisa Biagini

• Maria d’Arezzo

  My hands were so white in the sculptural tangle of this burnt- / umber dress / that to me they looked dead

  Italian

  Maria d'Arezzo, Olivia Sears

• Guido Catalano

  it was nighttime, I think / or at least dark / or perhaps I had the sunglasses on,

  Italian

  Alessandra Galassi, Guido Catalano

• Giovanni Pascoli

  Out in the field, where a few leaves gleam / russet on vines, and the morning mist / lifts from the hedgerows like steam,

  Italian

  Geoffrey Brock, Giovanni Pascoli

• Martha Canfield

  They put the bomb in a wastebasket, on one side of the square. It exploded in the middle of the crowd.

  Italian

  Danielle Pieratti, Martha Canfield

• Maria Borio

  They don’t rest. The beam of light is calm. / They watch the boats high on the sea.

  Italian

  Danielle Pieratti, Maria Borio