"I know noble accents
And lucid, inescapable rhythms"
----Wallace Stevens
"Thirteen Ways of Looking at Blackbird"
Andrew Fisardi
Andrew Frisardi is from Boston but has been living in Orvieto, Italy, since 1999. He edits freelance for various U.S. presses and teaches a course on Dante to American students at Gordon College in Orvieto. His book of poetry translations, Giuseppe Ungaretti: Selected Poems, was published by FSG; and another book of translation, Air and Memory, from the Milanese poet Franco Loi, was just published by Counterpath Press. His poems, articles, reviews, and translations have appeared in numerous journals.
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Andrew Fisardi
Winter Solstice
The world is a book with its
pages torn out.
Walk along the sidewalk—you’ll find some
tonight,
Crumpled, perhaps, or pasted to the asphalt—
Or skittering at your feet,
copies of copies,
Dropped by obsolete amanuenses,
Their palsied
hands saluting infirmity . . .
A page is hidden when you turn
it,
Just as day was, when night, the picture-book,
Emptied its
frames, and snowfall came,
And made all the pages blank and
perfect.
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