We all have tremendous
need to say or rather to write
that we no longer know what to say
nor what to write everywhere
and endlessly since silence
is the white space into which falls residue
the meaning in excess but so much,
too much present and everywhere.
What remains of the world
is prose that rankles expressing
its own syntax
only or not even.
It is this normal scare.
Aldo Nove. Addio mio Novecento. Einaudi, 2014.
Poema retirado da antologia Italian Contemporay Poets, editada por Franco Buffoni.