Sassi e Ossa una poesia di Lucille Clifton Sassi e Ossa ecco un paese dove i vecchi si riuniscono nella capitale e parlano la loro lingua piena di sassi le loro sillabe sono schegge di osso dicono di innalzare un credo mentre freddo e immobile là sotto la loro lingua si cela un figlio altrui o forse il mio ossa e sassi le nostre orecchie sanguinano rosso e bianco e blu
stones and bones here is a country where old men gather in the capital and speak their language filled with stones their syllables are chips of bone they speak of lifting up a creed while cold and still there under their tongue is somebody else’s child or mine bones and stones our ears bleed red and white and blue
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