Blackbirdan online journal of literature and the artsSpring 2022 Vol. 21 No. 1
an online journal of literature and the arts
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translation from Italian by Amy Newman

Odor of Hay

Who knows where it comes from,
this odor of hay:
like an exhausted wing
coming from too far away.
It collapses, lets itself fall
on me, with insane abandon,
like the breath of a creature
who can’t go on anymore.
All the tears of this unknown, unfinished path
tremble in my impure soul
like the hoarse rattle of that cricket, in the garden,
gnawing the dark loneliness.

Milan, 1 June 1929  

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