The waves: Susan – Le onde: Susan

(pic from: Shay’s Word Garden: Troika)

Never sleeps a wild beast in my eyes
nor quiets down. I’m the dirt,
the beech roots and those gaps in the hedge
where her kiss you, my hate.

Primal girl, I a cradle surround
of rough, feral, maternal instinct.
I’m the daughter who daughters defends
in the sunlight or by night, anyway

I do not have a sea and my wave
is immediate drive, it’s the strength
of frost moors, of the shadow that crouches
in the quivering, ancient forests

Tuesday, 5th february 2013


Una belva selvaggia negli occhi
mai s’acquieta. Conosco la terra,
le radici dei faggi e quei varchi
nella siepe e quel bacio, mia rabbia.

Primitiva, una culla circondo
di selvatico e ferino istinto.
Sono stirpe che stirpe difende
nella luce o la notte, comunque

Non ho mare e il mio fremito d’onda
è pulsione immediata di forza,
di gelate brughiere, dell’ombra
che si acquatta nel bosco fremente

One comment on “The waves: Susan – Le onde: Susan

  1. coalblack says:

    No worries! 🙂



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