"The wolves"
Is your mind reaching the boundaries of
the first and final stanza
the fountain's mouth
the mountain's spring
the tension of the text
between the enphasis
of its altitude
the dread of its depression
the sickning power of its magnitude?
Does your heart reach the end
of your poem feeling broken your lungs brethless
as after running down a slope
with wolves caesing you?
Are your ankles ever biten by such verses?
Erminia Passannanti
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