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Elisa Biagini

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LOSE YOURSELF, CHILD

Lose yourself, child
of dough and butter,
red-peel of an
apple, return more and
more flour,
flesh, your
eyes, your heart
melting
formless,
return here
to your mother’s
mouth.

LOSE YOURSELF, CHILD

Perditi, bimba
di pasta e burro,
rosso-buccia di
mela, torna sempre
di piú di farina,
di polpa, gli
occhi, il cuore
che si sciolgano
informi,
ritorna qui
in bocca alla tua
mamma.

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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LOSE YOURSELF, CHILD

Lose yourself, child
of dough and butter,
red-peel of an
apple, return more and
more flour,
flesh, your
eyes, your heart
melting
formless,
return here
to your mother’s
mouth.

LOSE YOURSELF, CHILD

Lose yourself, child
of dough and butter,
red-peel of an
apple, return more and
more flour,
flesh, your
eyes, your heart
melting
formless,
return here
to your mother’s
mouth.