Thursday, April 24, 2014

Appetite for Destruction

When the anguish

When the anguish spreads its colour
inside the dark soul
like revenge’s brushstroke,
I feel the budding shoot of an ancient hunger
becoming shy and gray
and the light of tomorrow dying.

And, up against me, the inanimate things
that I created earlier
come to die again within the breast
of my intelligence
eager for my shelter and my fruits,
begging again for riches from a beggar.

Alda Merini
Translation by Susan Stewart

Artwork: FreakyZi

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