Contemporary Italian Women Poets: Cristina Campo

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Love, today my lip
has slipped on your name
like a foot on the last step…

Now the water of life is spilled
and the long stairway
must be climbed again.

I have traded you, love, for words.

Dark honey fragrant
in diaphanous vases
under sixteen hundred years of lava –

I will recognize you by your immortal silence.

Cristina Campo


 

From Contemporary Italian Women Poets : A Bilingual Anthology (Italica Press, NY 2001)

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