{"id":537,"date":"2010-02-03T12:17:52","date_gmt":"2010-02-03T12:17:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=537"},"modified":"2010-02-03T12:17:52","modified_gmt":"2010-02-03T12:17:52","slug":"the-chiding-dove-in-english-italian","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/the-chiding-dove-in-english-italian\/","title":{"rendered":"The Chiding Dove – in English & Italian"},"content":{"rendered":"

This is another first for Ink Sweat & Tears, as we have a poem by regular IS&T contributor <\/span>Helen Pletts<\/span>, that she read at last year's annual <\/span>Poetry on the Lake<\/span> festival in Orta, Italy, complete with a translation into Italian by Gabriel Griffin. This poem first appeared in<\/span> Poetry on the Lake Journal two<\/span> in autumn 2009.<\/span>

For the chiding dove<\/span>
 <\/span>
For the chiding dove<\/span>
\u2013 the pink of wing<\/span>
lighter for the sun's blush<\/span>
and the swoop like a ribbon of flesh<\/span>
through the rib of foliage \u2013<\/span>
the soft dark cradle of green.<\/span>
 <\/span>
And I will count you in for the wing tips<\/span>
raised with a flourish,<\/span>
under the small pink sails of feathers<\/span>
now the silver, now the pink again.<\/span>
 <\/span>
Did she pin your flesh, pink to your sides<\/span>
and take the night air in her mouth<\/span>
and scold the stars for falling<\/span>
down to earth too fast ?<\/span>
 <\/span>
 <\/span>
Per la colomba che strida<\/span>
 <\/span>
Per la colomba che strida<\/span>
\u2013 il rosa dell\u2019ala<\/span>
schiarito dall\u2019arrossire del sole<\/span>
e il piombare come un nastrino di carne<\/span>
attraverso le costole di foglie \u2013<\/span>
la morbida culla verde scuro.<\/span>
 <\/span>
Ti accoglier\u00f2 per via delle punte delle ali<\/span>
alzate, ostentate<\/span>
sotto le minuscole vele rosa delle piume<\/span>
ora argento, ora ancora rosa.<\/span>
 <\/span>
Lei si \u00e8 forse stretta ai tuoi fianchi<\/span>
e preso il respiro della notte nella sua bocca<\/span>
e ha sgridato le stelle per il loro cadere<\/span>
troppo velocemente a terra?<\/span>


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This is another first for Ink Sweat & Tears, as we have a poem by regular IS&T contributor Helen Pletts, that she read at last year's annual Poetry on the Lake festival in Orta, Italy, complete with a translation into Italian by Gabriel Griffin. This poem first appeared in Poetry on the Lake Journal two […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","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-537","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/537","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\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=537"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/537\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=537"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=537"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=537"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}