poems by Rita Stanzione  

Dancing in darkness The journey is idleit becomes a boundary on our facestalking on roofs ‒ where wecan hear nothingsurrounded by doors without sky and the inner has no answersonly the still warm imprintof which true ‒ uneven ‒ departuresromance…and what you feel thendancing in darkness, staying there. (English translation by Ute Margaret Saine, California) We could be We could […]

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