so much joy it hurts: Translating Brecht by Franco Fortini
All afternoon
a thunderstorm hung on the rooftops,
then broke, in lightning, in torrents.
I stared at lines of cement, lines of glass
with screams inside them, wounds mixed in and limbs,
mine also, who have survived. Carefully, looking
now at the bricks, embattled, now at the dry page,
I…
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translated by Michael Hamburger All afternoon a thunderstorm hung on the rooftops, then broke, in lightning, in...
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Tr. Michael Hamburger.
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