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Crevice Weeds Writings—«waifs of many a wreck»—motley and fragmentary writings—sketchy and faulty—failed, perhaps—unconfined—along the borders, upon the thresholds and into the chinks of literature, «as foam that the sea-winds fret»…

«Cosa ho veduto?» (Cora.I)

Alessandro Zabini

Cosa ho veduto? Camminavo lungo il canale, nell’oscurità di gelo. Le sfere opalescenti dei lampioni palpitavano nella nebbia vaporosa che immalinconiva ogni cosa. Ricordavo… Relitti nel risaccare della memoria… La Baia dei Trapassati… I cadaveri degli annegati che rotolano nella risacca… La voce dell’acqua… Echi dalla strada, non di passi… Gli alberi, sulla riva opposta, incombevano foschi nel grigiore. Ero solo. Ho attraversato un varco nella siepe imperlata e scura. Ho indugiato sul lembo di prato che precipitava nel canale. Le fronde cupe di un salice… Apparitions Crossway

Against the Encroaching Nothingness

Alessandro Zabini

the teaching was remembered and the fight was fought the demons were dispelled and regained was the smile within living lights and teachings the Spring Dances were kept within bestowing strength should the demons come back

Inside Change

Alessandro Zabini
Inside Change
Inside Change

like breath your words inside me flow as I read beneath the dim moonlight like breath they swell my breast ablaze

Old Sayings

Alessandro Zabini

… of some thirty lines once written only the following unwitting excerpts are extant … his love story the love life he wished for the love life of which he dreamed of the life of which he dreamed of and down into his dreams there she was—though then the greatest fortune was for another one —waning love—though on him were bestowed perhaps her love’s rays of light —and she was poetry and as she said he had nothing more than a vast soul and it was enough (Early Spring, maybe, 1979)

Rue Jules Verne, Parigi (Call and Response) (III)

Alessandro Zabini

In una stanza abbandonata una stanza impotente una stanza deserta desolante di notte in una piazza abbandonata dalla gente impaurita identica rassegnazione una piazza periferica nella notte d’estate disertata anche dai bambini e dall’eco delle loro grida.