La trappola della vita. Anton Čechov. – vengodalmare

” Tra quella folla, vivi della sua vita, ti fondi completamente con essa e cominci a credere che sia realmente possibile una sola anima universale..”   Lo conobbi a Mosca alla fine…

Source: La trappola della vita. Anton Čechov. – vengodalmare

  1. The Inuit have twenty-two words
    for snow, I told him, but he didn’t want to hear,
    didn’t raise his head from the bowl of dough,
    thumbs kneading flour in a frenzy.
    The lawn was freezing over, but the air stayed
    empty and I wondered how the Inuit
    would name this waiting –
    the radio playing to itself in the bathroom,
    the sound from the street of
    ice-cream vans out of season
    in this town where we don’t have

    twenty-two words for anything,
    where I learned the name
    for round hills built on plastic
    and bothered by seagulls, the bridge
    where a man was killed in the strike
    and where they want to put street lamps
    to keep away the kids.
    From the window, I watch
    the sky as it starts to fill. In the kitchen,
    dad sifts flour, over and over
    as if still panning for something.

    -Helen Mort

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