With my eyes closed

Fabrizio Bregoli


Swirled in a vivid breath the air
like a strong amethyst wind.
Bore that tremor a blow of wings
crackled in green at the rough rinds
a vortex of steam and shadow.
Then it dripped a clear liqueur, watery
sweet of pollen, it rolled on the edge
and left a wake of resin.
Whiteness that surrendered, crashed the dawn.
I stood in that silence
in its very fragile word.
My awakening profaned it forever.
(Translated by Elena Cattaneo)