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A Canyon<\/strong><\/p>\n The perfect triangle of sea gently <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Stefano Bortolussi<\/strong> is a poet, novelist and literary translator.\u00a0 In his native Italy he has published three poetry collections (Ipotesi di caldo<\/em>, 2001; Califia,<\/em> 2014; I labili confini<\/em>, 2016) and four novels (Fuor d’acqua<\/em>, 2004; Fuoritempo<\/em>, 2007; Verso dove si va per questa strada<\/em>, 2013; Billy & Coyote,<\/em> 2017). His poetry also appeared in a variety of Italian and international magazines, including VersoDove<\/em>, Schema, Interno Poesia, Atelier, Ink, Sweat and Tears, The Lake, Words for the Wild, Ovunque Siamo, The Ekphrastic Review and Riggwelter<\/em>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" A Canyon The perfect triangle of sea gently emerges from the canyon\u2019s last curve, alluring, pubic, venereal, a promise of a congress as prolonged as the arc of the afternoon in the sky, of a union with the day enjoyed to the end of the evening\u2019s fading energy and light. I wish […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-19560","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19560","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=19560"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19560\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19702,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19560\/revisions\/19702"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19560"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19560"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19560"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nemerges from the canyon\u2019s last curve,
\nalluring, pubic, venereal, a promise
\nof a congress as prolonged as the arc
\nof the afternoon in the sky, of a union
\nwith the day enjoyed to the end
\nof the evening\u2019s fading energy and light.
\nI wish I could have it for ever, like a lover
\nattuned to the needs that shore up and undermine
\nwhat is left of me, day after day.<\/p>\n