The word Poem by Paolo Ruffilli
The word
The word, for me,
came from far away.
I felt it to be almost
an a priori. A stimulant.
By a process in
some way inverse.
In giving it by comparison
a reality that, instead,
the more it was touched and grasped,
the more it fled
insubstantial
from the five senses.
With the effect of being
hurled against a body,
pronounced, and then,
in the pronouncing, suddenly
grasped again.
Translation:James Laughlin
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