La raccoglitrice/The Harvestress



The Harvestress

An isolated regret
A memory of you
That by now is mine as well
A weak cold shines of yesterday:
Never far from the maternal glance
Boundless in the protection of the impossible
Orphan and mother of feminine goods:

They were the strangers that looked like us!
They were anticipating hung and sustained loves…
They imitated Penelope, attached to her thread!

A scary truth I would have wanted to give voice to.
I would have wanted to announce from inside:
“Stay calm, come to bed,
the clothes peg out there
don’t die from cold
and you my precious
be strong in the heart
all along

Rome, with words donated by time, together… 2013 – Maria A. Listur


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