𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲'𝐬 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐎𝐟 𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲

2021-08-18 11:00:02 'Asters'

By Gottfried Benn

Asters—sweltering days
old adjuration/curse,
the gods hold the balance
for an uncertain hour.

Once more the golden flocks
of heaven, the light, the trim what is the ancient process
hatching under its dying wings?

Once more the yearned-for,
the intoxication, the rose of you
summer leaned in the doorway
watching the swallows

One more presentiment
where certainty is not hard to come by:
wing tips brush the face of the waters,
swallows sip speed and night. Open / Comment

2021-08-17 11:00:02 'The Rent'

By Giuseppe Gioacchino Belli

You simply can't miss it. Here on the right,
At the beginning of Branca Lane,
After three or four doors on the left
You'll come to a stone covered with writings.

Turn your head between the tavern and the grocery
And just by that vacant house
There on the ground floor lives Mr.Titta
The barber with the leg sign.

Have you understood where it is?
So tomorrow morning go there at this time,
Because this is the right time not to find him.

Ask: "Is there Mr.Titta?" -- "No". -- You then say:
"Auntie says she'll come to pay next holiday
Since she thought that yesterday he was still out". Open / Comment