Poem
Gabriele Frasca
that folds expels this pulsation
that folds expels this pulsationthat shapes sounds on the inflicted sores
driving pitch in the open leaks
so that each emotion becomes affection
and what nexus it yet arranges
of perceptions that appear uncertain
the niche where is composed inert
a thought for each repulsion
and then from where does this form surface
that travels lusts the more it seeks
to congeal life within the norm
as if that which claims to be
alive lived to tread a footprint
the head is answered from the head
© Translation: 2003, Gabriele Poole
che piega espelle questa pulsazione
che piega espelle questa pulsazione
che piega espelle questa pulsazioneche plasma suoni sulle piaghe inferte
spingendo pece nelle falle aperte
per cui diventa affetto ogni emozione
e quale plesso ancora predispone
di percezioni che si dànno incerte
la nicchia dove si compone inerte
un pensiero per ogni repulsione
e poi da dove affiora questa forma
che viaggia voglie quanto più s\'appresta
a raggelare vita nella norma
come se infine ciò che si protesta
vivo vivesse per calcare un\'orma
la testa si risponde dalla testa
© 1999, Gabriele Frasca
From: Rame
Publisher: Zona,
From: Rame
Publisher: Zona,
Poems
Poems of Gabriele Frasca
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that folds expels this pulsation
that folds expels this pulsationthat shapes sounds on the inflicted sores
driving pitch in the open leaks
so that each emotion becomes affection
and what nexus it yet arranges
of perceptions that appear uncertain
the niche where is composed inert
a thought for each repulsion
and then from where does this form surface
that travels lusts the more it seeks
to congeal life within the norm
as if that which claims to be
alive lived to tread a footprint
the head is answered from the head
© 2003, Gabriele Poole
From: Rame
From: Rame
that folds expels this pulsation
that folds expels this pulsationthat shapes sounds on the inflicted sores
driving pitch in the open leaks
so that each emotion becomes affection
and what nexus it yet arranges
of perceptions that appear uncertain
the niche where is composed inert
a thought for each repulsion
and then from where does this form surface
that travels lusts the more it seeks
to congeal life within the norm
as if that which claims to be
alive lived to tread a footprint
the head is answered from the head
© 2003, Gabriele Poole
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