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)