the winter anthology
Vol. 7
Elisa Biagini
from watering the plant
of dreaming (dialogue
with paul celan)
The tongue flies anyplace, rolls off,
cast it away, cast it away
and you shall have it back;2
it will be a whirling in your ear
a wing that opens to measure the sky.
La lingua vola ovunque, rotola,
gettala via, gettala via,
e cosí la riavrai:2
sarà un frullare d’orecchio,
un’ala che s’apre a misurare il cielo
2. wirf sie weg, wirf sie weg / dann hast du sie wieder