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Wallace STEVENS tradotto da Nadia FUSINI

A primitive like an orb
(Un primitivo come un globo)

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The essential poem at the centre of things,
The arias that spiritual fiddling make,
Have gorged the cast-iron of our lives with good
And the cast-iron of our works. But it is, dear sirs,
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