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Working Wearies
A retranslation of Cesare Pavese’s Lavorare Stanca
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Atavism
Atavism
The boy breathes more freshly, hidden by the shutters, staring at the street. You can see cobbles through the clear fissure, in the sun…
Elio Marpa
Oct 30, 2016
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Indiscipline
Indiscipline
The drunkard leaves the astonished houses behind him. Not everyone dares in plain daylight to go around drunk. Calmly he crosses the…
Elio Marpa
Oct 30, 2016
Meeting
Meeting
These hard hills that made my body, and to many memories shake it, to me they opened the wonder of her who doesn’t know I live her and I…
Elio Marpa
Oct 30, 2016
Adventures
Adventures
On the black hills there is dawn, and on the roofs cats doze off. A boy has fallen off the roof tonight, and his back broke. The wind…
Elio Marpa
Oct 30, 2016
Myth
Myth
One day will come when the young god will be man, griefless, with the dead smile of man when he has understood. Even the sun passes…
Elio Marpa
Oct 30, 2016
Mediterranea
Mediterranea
My friend does not speak much and that little is different. Is it worth meeting him in a windy morning? One of us, at dawn, left a woman…
Elio Marpa
Oct 30, 2016
The Instinct
The Instinct
The old man, disappointed by everything from the house threshold in the tepid sun watches the cur and the bitch unload the instinct.
Elio Marpa
Oct 30, 2016
Deola’s Thoughts
Deola’s Thoughts
Deola spends the morning sat at the café and no one looks at her. Everyone runs at this time in the city under a sun still fresh of dawn…
Elio Marpa
Oct 16, 2016
Poggio Reale
Poggio Reale
A short window in the tranquil sky can calm a heart, somebody died happy there. Outside, it is plants and it is clouds, the earth and…
Elio Marpa
Oct 16, 2016
The Night
The Night
The windy night, the clear night memory only skimmed, is remote, but a memory. Lost an astonished calm made, it too, with leaves and…
Elio Marpa
Oct 1, 2016
Folks who’ve been there
Folks who’ve been there
Tender moon and hoarfrost over the fields at dawn assassinate wheat. On the desert, here-and-there rotten plain (it takes time to sun…
Elio Marpa
Oct 1, 2016
August Moon
August Moon
Beyond the yellow hills there is the sea, beyond the clouds. But tremendous days of waving and crackling hills against the sky…
Elio Marpa
Sep 27, 2016
The widow’s son
The widow’s son
Everything can happen in the dusky inn, a starry sky can happen outside, beyond the autumn fog and the must. It can happen to hear from…
Elio Marpa
Sep 24, 2016
Landscape II
Landscape II
The hill whitens at the stars, with stripped earth; you would see the thieves up there. Among the bottom banks the vineyards are all in…
Elio Marpa
Sep 24, 2016
Homesick and Confused
Homesick and Confused
Too much sea. We did see enough sea. In the evening, as water extends colourless and shades into nothing, my friend stares at it and I…
Elio Marpa
Sep 23, 2016
Landscape I
Landscape I
(To Pollo)
Elio Marpa
Sep 22, 2016
Ancestors
Ancestors
Astonished of the world I received an age when I stroke my fists in the air and wept by myself. Listening to men and women’s speeches…
Elio Marpa
Sep 22, 2016
South Seas
South Seas
(To Monti)
Elio Marpa
Sep 22, 2016
The He-goat God — Il dio caprone
The He-goat God — Il dio caprone
The country is a land of green mysteries for the boy, when he comes in the summer. The she-goat bites certain flowers, her belly swells…
Elio Marpa
Sep 19, 2016
Green Wood
Green Wood
The still man stands before the hills Till these hills will be made of earth the villagers will have to hoe them. He stares at them but…
Elio Marpa
Jul 11, 2016
Riot
Riot
The dead one is twisted and doesn’t look at the stars: his hair is glued to the cobbles. The night is colder. Those who’re alive go back…
Elio Marpa
May 20, 2016
A Generation
A Generation
A boy used to come playing in the meadows where now the avenues stretch. He found in the meadows other lads, also barefooted, and he…
Elio Marpa
May 20, 2016
Smokers of Paper
Smokers of Paper
He has taken me to listen to his band. He sits in a corner and puts the clarinet to his lips. A hell of a racket starts. Outside, a…
Elio Marpa
Mar 25, 2016
Exterior
Exterior
That boy who vanished this morning, he’s not coming back. He left the shovel, still cold, on the hook -it was dawn- nobody wanted to…
Elio Marpa
Mar 25, 2016
Landscape VIII
Landscape VIII
Memories start in the evening under the breath of wind if you raise your face and listen to the voice of the river. The water is the…
Elio Marpa
Mar 16, 2016
The Drunk Old Woman
The Drunk Old Woman
The old woman, too, likes to lie in the sun and stretch her arms out. The heavy wave of the heat squashes the small face as it squashes…
Elio Marpa
Mar 7, 2016
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