GIAMPAOLO SEGUSO
GIAMPAOLO SEGUSO
Oh Oak
Oh oak, serene oak, you who always
follow the eternal hymm of faithfulness
accompany the silent footprints of one stive
advancing and narrating the story of toil
to harvest responses in the immense
meadow of questions.
A Vague Drowsiness
A vague drowsiness takes hold of me and
inside my eyes flare the colours of yellow
patches on my green meadow and blue sky.
With my mind I draw and my motionless
hand attains peace.
A Drop
On my face, like a tear a drop of rain has
dampened me. And so the sky’s lament in-
cludes me and I too weep the effort to outdo
the surprise of time, season after season with
the joy of spring.
The Vase II o
The vase for evasion is, by chance, the vase of
evasion. The Evasion of the vase is not evaded
it is vase. The vase of evasion is, through truth,
the vase of freedom.
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