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And that rattling clerk at the back of him. ‘Where’s the troublemaker! ’ the captain shouted, and got here correct at me. ‘So you’re the single making hassle? ’—‘No, sir, I’m no longer making difficulty. It’s simply that I’m apprehensive for the others—do we need to starve to dying? Neither the Lord nor the Czar has decreed it's going to be so. ’ He flies at me, shouting: ‘How dare you, you no one! I’ll express you what’s decreed for scum such as you! name the warriors! ’ and i've my pocket knife in my sleeve and carry it prepared. ‘I’ll train you a lesson! ’ he shouts. —‘Sir, you’ll train me? There’s not anything you could train me! I don’t desire your educating to understand myself! ’ I informed him that to spite him, to get him even angrier so he might come nearer. He won’t be ready to carry again, i feel to myself. good, i used to be correct. He clenched his fists and ran at me. I jumped and whammed my knife into his stomach and slashed it correct as much as his throat. He keeled over like a log. That used to be that. His unfairness in the direction of the convicts had quite maddened me. It used to be for this captain, Fyodor Mikhailovitch, that i finished up during this distinct part for all times. ” Antonia Pozzi, 1932 Twelve Poems Antonia Pozzi —Translated from Italian with an afterword by way of Lawrence Venuti mendacity Now the light annihilation swimming backwards sunlight within the face—brain steeped in crimson via tight lids—. That night in mattress an analogous place the dreamy vibrant students dilated drink the blanc soul of evening. —Santa Margherita, 19 June 1929 OMEN The final mild fades at the poplars’ clasped palms— the shadow shivers with chilly and ready at the back of us slipped round our hands making us extra by myself— The final mild falls on linden branches— within the sky the poplars’ hands ringed with stars— anything drops from above towards the shivering shadow— anything cuts the darkish a gleam—may be whatever no longer but— anyone who can be day after today— a creature of our grief— —Milano, 15 November 1930 SWOON November didn’t go back: yet at midday the sparrows cry at the soaked branches as though wishing evening to fall. an individual forgot to mend the weights within the clock: the fowl says cuckoo simply two times stops on its porch to observe the pendulum jerks to a halt. Now I can’t inform time. —21 February 1935 ABSENCE I sought your face at the back of gates. however the condominium was once anchored in a gulf of silences the curtains fell limp among empty arcades, useless sails. Offshore the lake fled debouched from the substitute mountains, gray-green waves at the stairs chickening out from the stone. In a gradual glide underneath the rapt sky, the boat large and light: we eyed the pink circle turning out to be at the shore azaleas, mute clusters. —Monate, five might 1935 FLIGHT The narcissus leans a clean face into the breeze. Child’s arms abrupt hedges seize at gates. Breath-blown in my run: glimpses of items rubbished—useless bridges—deafening abyss devouring me. —10 might 1935 THE HEIGHTS Wisteria bloomed slowly over us. The final boat crossed the mountain lake.