(cont.d)Let’s go squeeze
in the convent
all the fever
of the winter.
When I touch
your ears and wrists,
feel my chest
how hot it burns
In the forest
in the dark,
amid kisses
with their hisses,
in the music
with its whistling
the heart sings
from the shade...
Albany, New York, November 28, 1983.
(Translated by Luigi Bonaffini)