I have so much faith in
you. I believe
I could wait for your
voicesilently throughout centuries
of darkness.
Like the sun
you know all the secrets:
you could make the geraniums
and the wild zagara bloom
deep in the marble
quarries and legendary
prisons.
I have so much faith in
you. I'm as calm
as an Arab wrapped
in his white barracan
listening to God
make the barley grow around his house.
Antonia Pozzi (1912-38) Translated from Italian.
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