Journal of Italian Translation - Brooklyn College - Academic Home ...
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<strong>Journal</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>Italian</strong> translation<br />
with agony, with curiosity, and dreams<br />
<strong>of</strong> caressing lovers and children.<br />
I’ve thought about these arms as if they<br />
belonged to an Etruscan priestess, raising<br />
them over her head to pray or protect hunters,<br />
or were handles on the hips <strong>of</strong> an ancient<br />
Greek vase displayed in the still light <strong>of</strong> a museum.<br />
I’ve listened to the blood flowing through them<br />
or crossed them over my breasts to imagine rest.<br />
I’ve thought about these buttocks,<br />
how they’ve held me to the earth while others fly<br />
and inhabit high shelves <strong>of</strong> libraries.<br />
I’ve thought about these peering nipples,<br />
feelers on a cat’s face sensitive to night.<br />
Men accept mead, soma, nectar from my hands,<br />
blood from my womb, fish from my eyes,<br />
crystals from my eardrums, food from my glands.<br />
In return, they try to pierce the heart<br />
that ticks between my thighs<br />
pinning me to the bed like a butterfly.<br />
These arms fly out <strong>of</strong> themselves to talk to you.<br />
This head becomes small and sightless.<br />
These breasts and buttocks swell<br />
until they’re all that’s left <strong>of</strong> me, until<br />
I’m melted into earth and planted as a garden.<br />
Old Aphrodite Rises from Her Porcelain Tub<br />
She thinks <strong>of</strong> how easily supple rose petals bruise,<br />
how quickly flowers wilt. Naked,<br />
kneeling in the tub, her bottom<br />
rising as she tries to rise—<br />
she doesn’t feel erotic, but assailable.<br />
Does her aging body spurn her?<br />
As she kneels balancing carefully—<br />
to rise slowly with breasts hanging forward—<br />
afraid <strong>of</strong> falling alone in her bathroom