Tag Archives: Italian language

To Language

Words, why do you fail me?

I have befriended you from my childhood.

We have been on intimate terms.

We have a mutual understanding. Watch and listen,

you say. Approach slowly.

–Excerpt from “To Language” in Edges by Donna Pucciani (Purple Flag, Chicago, 2016). First published in Cairn.

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Bilingual Dictionary

Old friend, its brittle pages drift, like Dante,

through the purgatories of language,

or like Beatrice, who, from her cloud of love,

opens the gate of paradise, la porta del paradiso.

–Excerpt from “Bilingual Dictionary” in Edges by Donna Pucciani (Purple Flag, Chicago, 2016). First published in nebu[lab].

Booksellers, Taormina

Just above the Cyclops Restaurant,

up stone steps smelling of eucalyptus,

broods the bookstore, breathing the decay

of tarnished roses pasted under the noon rain.

Inside, life is made of words . . .

–Excerpt from “Booksellers, Taormina” in Edges by Donna Pucciani (Purple Flag, Chicago, 2016). First published in Gradiva.

In Rome

I swim like a fish

through vowels bubbling

in the fountains of Villa Borghese.

My tongue grows consonants,

coins in Neptune’s bath, my lips

become fins in the Trevi . . .

–Excerpt from “In Rome” in Edges by Donna Pucciani (Purple Flag, Chicago, 2016). First published in PoetryMagazine.com.

Italian Tutorial

. . . The tutor’s voice smoothes out

their misshapen vowels, calms

their anxious verbs with just the right

endings, placing them on their tongues

as communion.

–excerpt from “Italian Tutorial” in A Light Dusting of Breath by Donna Pucciani (Purple Flag Press, 2014). First published in Atlanta Review.

Italian Tutorial

Three pupils gather at the table,

arranging their books. They ignore

the snow falling outside the library,

the grey sky lowering,

the wind slicing the parking lot,

toothpick students running,

and imagine themselves in Venice,

or the Coliseum consumed by lions . . .

–excerpt from “Italian Tutorial” in A Light Dusting of Breath by Donna Pucciani (virtual artists collective/purple flag, 2015). First published in Atlanta Review.