Poems by Chandra Livia Candiani

[Anna @akrasko97]

Poems by Chandra Livia Candiani 

Friend,
without you
I vanish. I have less reality,
less connection.
We always met each other
on earth only,
in order to drift
inside the love of space.
Oscillating observatory
you took off your wings
to give me your voice,
I held you together
in my tiny hands
incapable of seizing
but good at holding fast
to another hand.
Give me more room, still
more exact light for the eyes,
tell me again: Bring me only yourself.
I know you are here
and I know that I miss you:
large body,
big void.

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Io svanisco,
senza di te,
amica. Ho meno realtà
meno legame.
Ci siamo incontrate
sempre solo sulla terra,
per andare alla deriva
nell’amore dello spazio.
Tu oscillante osservatorio,
per darmi la tua voce
ti strappavi le ali,
io ti raccoglievo i lembi
tra le mie mani minuscole
incapaci di cogliere
ma brave a saldarsi
con l’altra mano.
Dammi territorio ancora
luce esatta negli occhi ancora
dimmi: Portami solo te.
So che sei qui
e so che mi manchi:
grande corpo
grande vuoto.

From: La Bambina Pugile, Einaudi, 2014. Translation by Bhikkhu Abhinando

http://dhammamoon.org/poems/chandra-livia-candiani/io-svanisco-nt

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I don’t want to learn not to be afraid, I want to learn to tremble.

I don’t want to learn to be silent, I want to taste the silence from which every true word is born.

I don’t want to learn not to get angry, I want to feel the fire, surround it with transparency that illuminates what others are doing to me and what I can do.

I don’t want to accept, I want to welcome and reply.

I don’t want to be good, I want to be awake.

I don’t mean to hurt, I mean you’re hurting me, stop it.

I don’t want to be the best, I want to smile at my worst.

I don’t want to be another, I want to adopt myself as a whole.

I don’t want to pacify everything, I want to explore reality even when it hurts, I want the truth of me.

I don’t want to teach, I want to accompany.

It’s not that I want it this way, it’s just that I can’t do anything else.

— Chandra Livia Candiani, Silence is Alive

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I believe in the perfume of jasmine
that rises to the second floor
and reminds me. I believe
in the leaves on the pagoda tree
that are about to reach
my hand by the window
and which at night I know
stand guard for me.
I believe in the sudden shock
that leads us
into the secret of actions
and readies us to blush
and to remedy.
I believe in the barren trees
that inscribe themselves in the sky,
in the verses that slow down
to the slumber of birds.
I believe in lines and precarious
balancing acts, in open-air
emotions, tried by blizzards
broken by times
of hardness and abandon.
I believe when you listen to me
crouched around the future
like a grain of rice
and when you speak without
any intention whatsoever.
I believe in the commas, in periods
and in the white that creates quiet
and delivers the following word.
I believe in stopping now
with arms open, minuscule
in the landscape of our intricacy.

Italian edition: La domanda della sete.
© 2020 Giulio Einaudi editore s.p.a., Torino

More poems: https://medium.com/resilience/called-to-flight-three-poems-f548fbf39762

 

 

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