Poem
Flavio Santi
A great ice-cream shop
A great ice-cream shopemerges inside me
with tables wrapped
in colorful cellophane
the smell of rennet
the slavery of sorbet at all hours:
but the best I dig it out for myself
in the vein with a metal spoon,
I feel tenderness
softness the more I press
downwards, I feel that
I will never satisfy my hunger
with its helpings.
© Translation: 2004, Gabriele Poole
A great ice-cream shop
Una grande gelateria
si delinea in me
con tavolini fasciati
di celofan variopinto
l’odore del caglio
la servitù del sorbetto a ogni ora:
ma il migliore me lo scavo
nella vena col cucchiaio di metallo,
sento morbido
soffice più premo
giù, sento che
mai mi sfamerà
con le sue porzioni.
si delinea in me
con tavolini fasciati
di celofan variopinto
l’odore del caglio
la servitù del sorbetto a ogni ora:
ma il migliore me lo scavo
nella vena col cucchiaio di metallo,
sento morbido
soffice più premo
giù, sento che
mai mi sfamerà
con le sue porzioni.
© 2004, Flavio Santi
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A great ice-cream shop
A great ice-cream shopemerges inside me
with tables wrapped
in colorful cellophane
the smell of rennet
the slavery of sorbet at all hours:
but the best I dig it out for myself
in the vein with a metal spoon,
I feel tenderness
softness the more I press
downwards, I feel that
I will never satisfy my hunger
with its helpings.
© 2004, Gabriele Poole
A great ice-cream shop
A great ice-cream shopemerges inside me
with tables wrapped
in colorful cellophane
the smell of rennet
the slavery of sorbet at all hours:
but the best I dig it out for myself
in the vein with a metal spoon,
I feel tenderness
softness the more I press
downwards, I feel that
I will never satisfy my hunger
with its helpings.
© 2004, Gabriele Poole
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