LA SCELTA - LA SORTE...Extrait

Blanche

                                             légère

                                                             blanche

                            o toi visiteuse lasse jamais lasse de tomber

                            légère dentelle

                                                      givre gelé sur la tête

                            o toi vieille enfant qui discours en silence

                            qui files des fables gelant

                            les pointes des géraniums

                            des fleuves mettant des glaçons

                            à la queue des bergeronnettes

                            aux pupilles des cygnes blancs

                            toi grâce à qui lève le pain

                            qui élèves tous ces petits bonshommes hérissés

                            à l'air interrogateur

                            délivres des clameurs (muette)

                            me sembles silencieuse

                            parente de la lune

                            éteignant splendide les feux

                            toi qui n'as ni pieds ( ni habits )

                            toi qui fais taire excites changes

                            resplendis effraies réjouis

                                                                         neige

                            tu t'appelles c'est bien légèreté

                            on devrait t'appeler

                            blancheur gracieuse pureté

                            grâce et douleur

                            infiniment blanche disgrâce

                            sorcière aux jambes de verre

                                                                            souveraine

                            de l'hiver et - ce matin - prodigue prodige

                            et funérailles des petits moineaux.

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MARIELLA BETTARINI

Traduction Raymond Farina

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Bianca

                                           leggerra

                                                           bianca

                            o tu stanca visitatrice mai stanca di cadere

                            leggera trina                      

                                                    ghiacciata brina sul capo

                            o tu vecchia bambina che discorri in silenzio

                            che fili fole che gelano

                            le punte dei gerani

                            fiumi che mettono ghiaccioli

                            alle code delle cutrettole

                            alle pupille dei bianchi cigni

                            tu che lieviti pane

                            che allevi tanti piccoli ometti irti

                            interrogativi

                            che allevii dai clamori (zitta)

                            silenziosa mia parvente

                            parente della luna

                            splendida spegnitrice di fuochi

                            tu che non hai piedi (non hai vesti)

                            tu che zittisci accendi muti

                            risplendi sbigottisci rallieti

                                                                           neve

                            tu chiami ma bene levità

                            dovrebbero chiamarti

                            candidezza nitore gratuità

                            grazia e dolore

                            bianchissima disgrazia

                            strega con le gambe di vetro

                                                                               padrona

                            dell'inverno e – stamani – pròdigo prodigio

                            e funerale di passerotti