Scent of wet earth : Poems by Cristina Contilli
Scent of wet earth : Poems by Cristina Contilli
translated by Olivia Bisegna Maher
SCENT OF WET EARTH
My poems,
translated in English
have the same scent as
wet earth in Autumn
after the rain.
a scent that wafts
through my imagination
along with the memories
of those mornings
when, still sleepy,
I opened my eyes wide
sitting at a high school desk.
A submissive freedom wish
Elegy for Nadia Anjuman
When the poetry
will knock of new
on her windows
will not find nobody to open them.
Only a shade
will lean to the glasses
and will tell
at the night
that has accepted
a submissive freedom wish (desire).
BEFORE I LEAVE
Before I leave
I already imagine my return:
a picture of me
wearing dark trousers
to be uploaded in my computer,
to be attached to an e-mail,
to be sent to your heart.
PORTRAIT
To Silvio Pellico
Of your portrait
I just remember
the look
I just remember
the eyes
deep, sincere eyes.
LOVE LONELINESS
To Ines Scarparolo
We overcome
love loneliness
with words
of transparent passion
the sweetness of a word
helping us forget
the silence
of our distant men.
translated by Olivia Bisegna Maher
SCENT OF WET EARTH
My poems,
translated in English
have the same scent as
wet earth in Autumn
after the rain.
a scent that wafts
through my imagination
along with the memories
of those mornings
when, still sleepy,
I opened my eyes wide
sitting at a high school desk.
A submissive freedom wish
Elegy for Nadia Anjuman
When the poetry
will knock of new
on her windows
will not find nobody to open them.
Only a shade
will lean to the glasses
and will tell
at the night
that has accepted
a submissive freedom wish (desire).
BEFORE I LEAVE
Before I leave
I already imagine my return:
a picture of me
wearing dark trousers
to be uploaded in my computer,
to be attached to an e-mail,
to be sent to your heart.
PORTRAIT
To Silvio Pellico
Of your portrait
I just remember
the look
I just remember
the eyes
deep, sincere eyes.
LOVE LONELINESS
To Ines Scarparolo
We overcome
love loneliness
with words
of transparent passion
the sweetness of a word
helping us forget
the silence
of our distant men.