Gli Occhi Devono Avere Loro Parte
No-one stuffed my mouth with gold:
Something glib, something easy, escaped instead;
No-one sighs, and I sigh back.
Something shadowed, something beyond, was seen;
No-one glanced, and I glanced back.
The second cigarette, quick, eager,
Riding the back of the first.
The eyes must have their part;
If that’s what you want, and a quick laugh.
Or stuffed my mouth with rags.
I hoped and no-one looked back,
Reached and fell slowly away.
Snow that fell snow upon snow,
Oubliettes, like dust on the wind,
An accumulation of increments, infinite.
5 comments:
That'll be gli occhi.
So it will. This is what happens when you don't speak or write Italian regularly any more, I suppose.
Like you spoke and wrote Italian regularly before? Have you even done classes? You know the Language centre offers them for free?
I didn't speak or write much Italian ever, but I did speak and write it fairly regularly. The Language Centre seem to have some vendetta - see what I've done there? - against me; whenever I try to sign up for courses (by email; you have to do it by email), they totally ignore me.
I actually got on my bike and went there, and although they didn't offer me the course I applied for they did offer me a more relevent one slightly later in the term. I know it's in North Oxford but you could combine it with a trip to see the leafy suburbs now it's sunny
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