La freccia e il cerchio
anno 2, numero 2, 2011
pp. 322-323

Francesco Scarabicchi
A terrestrial shore

Prologue

Turn to the memory declining,
To the loss of the lost way,
To its most sealed dream, its thorn
Pricking, sharply, the vague remembering
A mother’s threshold, mother of rhyme,
Of a limitation giving way to the limit.

1
Perhaps the shadow of time, perhaps the weight
Which the lighter it is the more is lost.

2
The day of the name falls and is deleted:
To be what I am without yesterday
A self that now no longer knows who once you were

3
Vague with a scent is the month that does not speak,
Its most extensive light, in memory.

4
It chooses you without notice, and comes close
When least you expect its return
To light up a gesture, and its shape.

5
A boundary of each step, its roadblock
Beyond which is the going in deep secrecy.

6
Unhailed, it comes to peep out again
A stranger , from a colour,
a costume, a suspicion.
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