Elisa Biagini

from watering the plant
of dreaming (dialogue
with paul celan)

The tongue flies anyplace, rolls off,
cast it away, cast it away
and you shall have it back
it will be a whirling in your ear
a wing that opens to measure the sky.

La lingua vola ovunque, rotola,
gettala via, gettala via,
e cosí la riavrai:
sarà un frullare d’orecchio,
un’ala che s’apre a misurare il cielo

2.   wirf sie weg, wirf sie weg / dann hast du sie wieder