Paolo Borsoni Poems

Drawing the bow
be the arrow.
Releasing the arrow, be the bow.
And with your sharp tip whizzing
...

Only a spark of fragility
can free from this dance of darkness,
from the frenzy of a world
of engines and wars,
...

You would be surprised, my friend,
to know that in this world
every weapon has been banished.
Stupid and wicked racism
...

The sky was still clear
when we began unloading boots
from the railway trucks.
Then the dark came and we were unloading boots
...