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My Daughter's Birthday 1966 (Tr. by David Stivender and J. D. McClatchy)

CITTA DALLALTO

Queste strade che salgono alle mura
non hanno orizzonte, vedi: urtano un cielo
bianco e netto, senz'alberi, come un fiume che volta. Da qui
  alle processioni
dei signori e dei cani
che recano guinzagli, stendardi
reggendosi la coda
ci saranno novanta passi, cento, non più: perd più gid, nel
  fondo della cittä
divisa in quadrati (puoi contarli) e dolce
come un catino . . . e poco più avanti
la cattedrale, di cinque ordini sovrapposti: e proseguendo
a destra, in diagonale, per altri
trenta o quaranta passi-una spanna: continua a leggere
come in una mappa-imbrocchi in pieno l'asse della piazza
costruita sulle rocciose fondamenta del circo
romano

grigia ellisse quieta dove
dormono o si trascinano enormi, obesi, ingrassati
come capponi, rimpinzati a volonta
di carni e borgogna purché non escano dalla piazza! i poveri
della citta. A meta tra i due fuochi
li, tra quattrocento anni
impiantano la ghigliottina.


               CITY FROM ABOVE

These streets that climb to the walls
have no horizon, see: they knock against the sky
white and clear, treeless, like a stream that turns. From here
 to the processions
of somebodies and dogs
that carry leashes, placards
holding up the tail-end,
there would be ninety paces, a hundred, no more: further down,
 however, in the lower city
divided into quarters (you can count them) and comforting
as a washtub . . . and a little farther on
the cathedral, with its five orders one above the other; and
 continuing on
to the right, diagonally, for another
thirty or forty paces-a short distance: continue to read
as if from a map-you'll hit right upon the axis of the square
built on the rocky foundations of the Roman
circus,

a quiet grey ellipse where,
sleeping or dragging themselves along, enormous, obese,
 fattened
like capons, eagerly gorged
with meat and burgundy so they won't leave the square-the
 poor
of the city. Halfway between the focal points
there, in four hundred years,
they will be setting up the guillotine.

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