BROWSE Columns
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Raccogli queste spine,
lucenti come raggi,
per farne corona
nei tempi oscuri:
come ad Eleusi, guardando
il Sole a mezzanotte.
Non ha porte il tempio
—ora lo sai—
abbandona ogni sentiero.
Gather these thorns,
shining like rays,
to make a crown with them
in the dark times:
as at Eleusis, beholding
the Sun at midnight.
The temple has no doors
—now you know—
abandon every path.
Photograph by Michael Howarth
Flavio Ferraro was born in Rome in 1984. He is a poet, essayist and translator. He writes for several magazines and he has published three collections of poetry. His poems and translations (from Keats, Shelley, T. S. Eliot and Dylan Thomas, just to mention a few) have been published on paper and online magazines. In UK his poetry has appeared in Magma, La Piccioletta Barca, Acumen and elsewhere.
