Wednesday 14 July 2010

patrizia cavalli

Now that the time seems all mine

Now that the time seems all mine
and no one calls me for lunch or dinner
now that I can stay to watch
how a cloud loosens and loses its color,
how a cat walks on the roof
in the immense luxury of a prowl, now
that what waits for me every day
is the unlimited length of a night
where there is no call and no longer a reason
to undress in a hurry to rest inside
the blinding sweetness of a body that waits for me,
now that the morning no longer has a beginning
and silently leaves me to my plans,
to all the cadences of my voice, now
suddenly I would like a prison

trans by Judith Baumel

4 comments:

Totalfeckineejit said...

Interesto!

swiss said...

i should really post links and whatnot for these but after all the typing it's just not happening!

Marion McCready said...

so yer back! :)

swiss said...

and posting madly!