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madre materica salda
attorno ai fianchi la verità
dove non c’è notte una radice
mormora acqua e ombra
l’azzurra fiamma che apre le dita

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In uno zaino
vuoto di molto
seguitano a volare
la casa e il famiglio.
Adesso cammino dove
un indice di silenzio
e di campane
si avvicendano

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Con calligrafie di polvere
agosto rincorre la coda
e la stessa sillaba
sulla bocca dell’ora.
Pensoso accende
un’ombra e un filo d’acqua.

Traduzioni a cura del professore e poeta Davide Trame

da Nature Reversibili, Lietocolle 2018

L’uomo che veniva dal mare,
una coppa Oribe per Orsola
“nuda, bianca, imposseduta”
nei collage di Bodini, la fame
di poesia, pomo, ponte sia
da te a me lingua, parola,
bocca, aspirazione roca
di una bacca intradotta.

The men who came from the sea,
an Oribe cup for Orsola
“naked, white, virgin”
in Bodini’s collage, hunger
for poetry, pommel, be it a bridge
from you to me tongue, word,
mouth, hoarse aspiration
of an untranslated berry.

da Capogatto, Puntoaccapo, 2016

Quel modo di essere luoghi

Quello che dovremmo recuperare con cautela
è il nostro modo di essere luoghi,
di raccoglierci e languire riflettendo l’aggressiva
decadenza delle cose, delle case, dei muri,
il progressivo franare dei margini delle strade,
dovremmo ammettere di contenere
la popolazione stanca di una baia
e il fastidio della sua aria salmastra, la noia
dei rami, capire di essere la riva dove si ripetono
le acque tristi e la terra, la solitudine
del bastione di Spa House che resta nell’incuria
e nel romanzo di quell’uomo che amava soltanto i bambini.

That way of being places
What we should retrieve with caution
is our way of being places,
gather ourselves and languish
reflecting the decay of things,
of houses and walls, the increasing
collapsing of the margins of roads,
we should admit that we are containing
all the people who are tired of a bay
and the annoyance of the salty air,
that bit of a bother of branches,
we should understand we are
the shore where water and land
repeat their sad play, the loneliness
of the bastion of Spa House
standing there, neglected
like that novel about a man
who loved children only

Inverno minore

Il tempo che precede la lacerazione
è una bestia docile che tira
fuori la lingua in un inverno minore,
il fiato corto dei minuti condensa,
schiuma paure, il cuore
non devi praticarlo,
ha sentieri irrimediabili,
carichi di mine.

Minor winter.

A time preceding the tearing apart
it’s a tame beast
sticking out its tongue in a minor winter,
minutes’ short breath condences,
foams fears, you do not have
to practise your heart,
I’ve got irrecoverable paths
charged with mines.

Un piccolo terremoto, un nido

Vedi, fatti bulbo,
contieni
luce e immagini, mondi,
un piccolo terremoto, un nido.

Fatti minutissima,
una viola,
racchiudi risonanze, il timbro
intenso del silenzio.

A little earth tremor, a nest

You see, be a bulb,
contain
lights and images, memories,
a little earth tremor, a nest.
Make yourself minute,
a violet,
retain resonances, the intense
stamp of silence.

Pupa

Non alterare lo stato di quiescenza
della pupa, la stasi, l’aria calda
dell’occhio, la regione
quasi calma del ciclone,
la farfalla, le cui ali penzolavano,
espande liberandosi
dal bozzolo e in uno stadio muore,
nell’altro, improvvisa, vola.

Pupa

Do not alter the pupa’s quiet,
the standstill, the eye’s warm air,
the near calm of the eye of the storm,
the butterfly, whose wings hang,
it expands getting rid
of the cocoon and dies, at a stage,
at the other, sudden, flies.

Traduzioni a cura del professore e poeta Masud Uzzaman

from Nature Reversibili, Lietocolle 2018

Oribe

কক্ষপথ

যে লোকটি সমুদ্র থেকে এসেছিল,

অরসোলার জন্য কক্ষপথের পেয়ালা নিয়ে এলো

“নগ্ন, শাদা, কুমারী”

শিল্পী বোদিনির কোলাজ যেন, তার ক্ষুধা

কবিতার জন্য, কবিতা,

কবিতাই হতে পারে একটি জিভ থেকে আরেকটি জিভের সেতু

তোমার সঙ্গে আমার, শব্দ

মুখ, কী অপরিসীম টান

অনূদিত হয় না এমন একটা নিষিদ্ধ ফল।

Inverno minore

সামান্য শীত

ছিঁড়ে যাওয়ার আগে সময় এগিয়ে চলেছে

এ হল একটা জন্তু

অল্প শীতে তার জিহ্বা সেঁটে আছে,

সময় সংক্ষিপ্ত। শ্বাসকষ্ট ঘনিয়ে উঠছে,

ফেনায়িত ভয়, এর মাঝে তুমি তোমার

হৃদয়ের চর্চা করতে পারেব না।

আমি পুনরুদ্ধারযোগ্য চলার একটা পথ পেয়েছি

খনির দ্বারা তপ্ত হয়ে আছে

Un piccolo terremoto un nido

Vedi, fatti bulbo,
contieni
luce e immagini, mondi,
un piccolo terremoto, un nido.

Fatti minutissima,
una viola,
racchiudi risonanze, il timbro
intenso del silenzio.

পৃথিবীর একটুখানি কম্পন, একটা বাসা

আপনি দেখুন, একটি বাল্ব হয়ে যান,

ধারণ করেন

আলোর চিত্রকল্প, স্মৃতি,

এই হচ্ছে ক্ষুদ্র একটা পৃথিবীর সামান্য কম্পন, একটা নীড়।

নিজেকে মুহূর্তে রূপান্তরিত করুন,

একটা বেগুনি,

ফিরিয়ে আনুন অনুরণন,

গভীর তীব্র নীরবতার ছাপ।