Mended nerves Poem by Elisa Biagini

Mended nerves

Rating: 4.7


Mended nerves
among fog, paperwork, jackets
twisted fingers
(veins and arteries intersected)
and afterwards tension on the wire, in the pen:
cakes are active mines at distance,
every spaghetto a knot, a new debt.

Your world stuck between the lenses,
you, a condo
crumbling in a moment.

Translation: 2004, Elisa Biagini

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Subhas Chandra Chakra 09 September 2017

afterwards tension on the wire, in the pen: cakes are active mines at distance, every spaghetto a knot, a new debt. beautiful poem. 10++

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