Genoa Woman Poem by Dino Campana
Genoa Woman
You brought me a little seaweed
In your hair, and a wind odor
That came in from hundreds of miles away and arrives
Heavy with meaning, smuggled in your tanned skin:
-O the divine
Simplicity of your acrobat's body-
Not love not spasm, but something untouchable,
Necessity's ghost that walks aimlessly
Serene and ineluctable through the soul
And unties it with joy, as though under a sweet spell,
So that the desert wind
Can carry it out through infinity.
How small the world is
and how light it is in your hands.
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4/26/2024 8:27:12 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Dino Campana, ''Donna Genovese'' - original Italian text: ____________________________________________ ''Donna genovese'' Tu mi portasti un po' d'alga marina Nei tuoi capelli, ed un odor di vento, Che è corso di lontano e giunge grave D'ardore, era nel tuo corpo bronzino: - Oh la divina Semplicità delle tue forme snelle - Non amore non spasimo, un fantasma, Un'ombra della necessità che vaga Serena e ineluttabile per l'anima E la discioglie in gioia, in incanto serena| Perché per l'infinito lo scirocco Se la possa portare. Come è piccolo il mondo e leggero nelle tue mani!