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Mi scordo di essere solo d’inverno, / me ne accorgo non appena si sciolgono / i ghiacci e il mercurio si eccita, quando / ogni cosa diventa moltitudine: / i carici, le pernici, l’euforbia, / le onde,...

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Gorgeous & unsettling. Have you read “The Dark Side of Translation?” I can’t find English translations of Italiano’s work & I’m wondering if he doesn’t allow it.

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Thank you, Justin. And no, I'd just be delighted if someone translated and published a book of mine in English. Anyhow, I know that a writer & translator I trust very much is translating this poem right now...

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Thank you, that’s exciting to hear— if the translation doesn’t already have a home, and the translator is willing, I’d love to read it when it’s ready

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(esp if they decide to complete a book of yours!)