A thousand doors ago
when I was a lonely kid
in a big house with four
garages and it was summer
as long as I could remember,
I lay on the lawn at night,
clover wrinkling under me,
the wise stars bedding over me,
my mother’s window a funnel
of yellow heat running out,
my father’s window, half shut,
an eye where sleepers pass,
and the boards of the house
were smooth and white as wax
and probably a million leaves
sailed on their strange stalks
as the crickets ticked together
and I, in my brand new body,
which was not a woman’s yet,
told the stars my questions
and thought God could really see
the heat and the painted light,
elbows, knees, dreams, goodnight.
Mille porte fa,
quando ero una ragazza sola
in una grande sala con quattro garage,
una notte d’estate se ricordo bene,
ero stesa sul prato
e sotto di me, increspato il trifoglio.
e sopra, distese, le stelle,
e la finestra di papà, semichiusa,
un occhio da cui passa chi dorme,
e le assi della casa
erano bianche e lisce come cera
e milioni di foglie sbattevano,
come vele sui loro strani gambi
e i grilli ticchettavano tutti insieme
e io, nel mio corpo nuovo fiammante,
non ancora di donna,
facevo domande alle stelle
e pensavo che Dio vedesse veramente
calore luce dipinta e gomiti
ginocchia sogni buonanotte.
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