now that all your distance surrounds me
i stand unarmed inside a lone evening
the honey is fragrant on the table
and there is thunder in the valley,
much anxiety between the one and the other
i am frequented space
deserted by your sun.
come. ask me where
shout solitude at me
and this sky tainted with dismay
with mountain lights
has learned me by heart forever.
- andrea zanzotto, translated from italian by ruth feldman and brian swann.
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