Poem

Elisa Biagini

Side by side

CHILD IN THE

Child in the
placenta, child
under cover
in the soft
peel of skin
made hard by the
forest, red
as if scalded,
so red you swim in
your blood,
new-made, baby
ladled out here.

CHILD IN THE

Bimba nella
placenta, bimba
sotto coperta,
nella corteccia
morbida di pelle,
indurita dal
bosco, rossa
come scottata,
rossa che nuoti nel
tuo sangue,
appena fatta, bimba
qui scodellata.

From: Cappuccio Rosso
Publisher: Einaudi,

Elisa Biagini

(Italy, 1970)

After having studied and taught for several years in the United States, Elisa Biagini now lives in Florence. Her poetry which she writes in both Italian and English, has appeared in anthologies as well as in various Italian and American journals such as Poesia, Linea d’ombra, Atelier, and Rattapallax. A translator from English (of Alicia Ostriker, Sharon Olds, Lucile Clifton amongst others), sh...

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CHILD IN THE

Child in the
placenta, child
under cover
in the soft
peel of skin
made hard by the
forest, red
as if scalded,
so red you swim in
your blood,
new-made, baby
ladled out here.

CHILD IN THE

Child in the
placenta, child
under cover
in the soft
peel of skin
made hard by the
forest, red
as if scalded,
so red you swim in
your blood,
new-made, baby
ladled out here.