Friday, August 5, 2016

Michela Zanarella writes

August’s Glances

You seek me
in glances of August,
you throw your blue
on the edges of my lips.
You commit a pulse
of muscles and light to eternity,
you become electricity where sweat
smells of resin and sea.
You invade my life
with life
and with the retina
you call me love.

-- tr. Leanne Hoppe
The Angel Of August -- Elisheva Nesis

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