Poet and Translator


the rooms you live in now (now, I mean, that you live in them, all and utterly 
alone at this point) are full of music: (of your music, I mean): (of you,  
who have been music, for me, for everyone, for years and years, here):
—Edoardo Sanguineti, "Little Threnos"


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