Poems on films – Le Quattro Volte

By | 16 August 2019

(Directed by Michelangelo Frammartino 2010)

I hear the distant clanging of bells
and there are shadows of goats on my wall.
I wondered how they would come to me
but imagined them in the hills nuzzling me
as I laid back in the grass and closed my eyes.

My heart beats slowly and I feel
the sweet milk breath of a kid on my cheek.
The dog barks on the steps.

They will lay me in the crypt
cold stone on all sides.

My tree will be cut down
for the festival – a night of dancing.
Then men will come to saw
it into logs for charcoal.
My final thought
a wisp of smoke above old tiles.

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