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Four Poems by Franca Mancinelli, translated by John Taylor

Four poems by Franca Mancinelli

one can play dead: arms spread,
the backbone for a keel, nothing
in the mind, motion
like a memory of water.
*
the day’s come, the wind
won’t rise. Running
between beacons and beatings—at the dock
a few meters of sheet-metal boat.
They shouted great
is God, we left
shoulder to shoulder, silent
—over our every breath
the engine starts to break into tears.
*
everyone in the hold, pressing
for another life the air
missing like a mother.
—Arms and legs wres...

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