Sguardo di transito (Glancing through): The whole poem with the Italian version

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

The whole poem with the Italian version

In shoes which were not yours you were writing a small piece of history, just you, yes, just you, bony and awkward son of Veneto. Like a poplar, lanky and oblique you were following boys like you with the careful eye of a spy, and were robbing someone else's sighs during your solitary rounds in the... Sign in to see full entry.

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