He
couldn’t
say a word
throughout the
whole day. He couldn’t
read and write, he imitated
the silence of the falling snow, of
the beasts undoing each other in their sleep.
Streams crystallize and conceal, woods
undress and hush. To make silence
with your mouth you must
allow Nothing to
dwell deep
inside
Translated by Eleonora Matarrese
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MK