At night I write
At night I write from the bed
and plunder the fruits of darkness
to exchange them for coins made of words.
While herding words I gather the hours
in unseemly bundles
to place on the pyre of recollection.
Or launch into the ocean of time.
Then I name all this poetry.
Silvia Pio, Italy
Translated by the author
Bavagramma by Gianni Bava
