Poets translating poets: Patrizia Sardisco & Julia Leverone

parallel texts: words reflected

On Mothering ©Julia Leverone Grown diverted to light on water, pine boughs hang like wings, their tufts soft-skirted meanwhile root cling and anti-gravity strain. Mother, when my father steadied me as I walked sliding stones, forging the hip-deep river— understand that fathering is a quieter endeavor. But earlier: were we not sisters, dressed in our waders? Were we not both dancing sisters? This was what you both yearned for and feared— I went forth among the red-new saplings, the grasses, stepping the sink-holes in the banks— and your tumbling, slow suffering, in the dark stiffness behind.

Della cura materna ©Julia Leverone Cresciute in modo da aleggiare sull’acqua frasche di pini appese come ali, le chiome lievi come gonne le radici si aggrappano e tirano contro gravità. Mamma, quando mio padre mi sosteneva mentre percorrevo scivolosi sassi, forgiando il fiume ad altezza fianco – era chiaro che la cura paterna

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