[Valerio Magrelli translated by Dana Gioia from New European Poets edited by Kevin Prufer and Wayne Miller, 2008]
I have often imagined that glances
survive the act of seeing
as if they were poles,
measuring rods, lances
thrown in a battle.
Then I think that in a room
one has just left
those same lines must stay behind
sometimes suspended there and criscrossed
untouched and overlaid like the wooden pieces
in a game of pickup sticks.
New European Poets