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A man, the women and a poem

I just read this poem by Edoardo Sanguineti and I want to give away ........

When I think about it, that time has passed,
older mothers who have brought us,
also girls who were love,
and then the wives and daughters and daughters, female
I think, if I think a joy
think the male, I think the boredom.

When I think that the time has come, the partisan
fought here,
one hit, wound once
and the dead, we buried
female I think, if I think the peace
think about the male does not like to think.

When I think of that time back,
comes the day when the day dawns, I think that is the cradle
a woman's belly, belly
and home is holding a skirt, and
belly is cash, which is the Finally,
that the day comes that you go to sleep.

Because the woman is not heaven, it is ground meat
of land that does not want war: this is
earth, which I was planted,
life that I lived in. I planted, try the hot
here that the heart can hear us,
the long night that I get nothing. Female

I think, if I think the human
my partner, I take you by the hand.

from "The wolf-cat (Poems 1982-2001)" Feltrinelli