In The Blue

 

I see the world
when I close my eyes
when I listen in the blue.
I hear a voice which has lived
in the blue so long that it contains
all memories, all mistakes, all fantasies.
A voice in zero, where it’s quiet
so quiet that I can hear all names
in one name, where the blue flame licks
this name to a burning whisper,
the voice that lifts you from inside
takes you out to sea
where a thunderstorm is building
and brings you back over the still water,
the voice that goes
where nobody else dares.
That voice burns in me,
in the blue.

 

Agneta Falk (Sweden, 1946 – ), translation by Raffaella Marzano (Casa della Poesia)

 

Cover: Cielo, courtesy Diana Marrone

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