The self forms at the edge of desire.
- Anne Carson, Eros the Bittersweet
Days and nights . . . days and nights
encounters in off hours
with translators of Ancient Greek
you and sleep parting ways
your self-portrait mirrored in a convex mirror . . .
blindfolded, yet? . . .
I mean, of course, until . . . on the horizon . . .
palms up . . . weighing the air . . .
anticipating departure . . .
You sometimes worry in the middle of it
how they're faring . . .
referencing Tolstoy on kindness
a segue to a conversation about why . . .
Forget that . . .
You want to haze transformations (OK, I get it!)
too excited too much too late . . .
it seems to click in so nicely
you want to take this poem on vacation, yes? . . .
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| Antonio Palmerini |