The Selected Poetry of Emilio Villa | Friday Pick
The Selected Poetry of Emilio Villa
Translated by Dominic Siracusa
Contra Mundum Press
708 pages
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Miklos Szentkuthy
As one’s arms run around the girl’s waist like crooked, decayed Iron Age scissors in the display cases of museums, one’s legs and back wish to scatter in the world, to dance at one and the same time in a thousand widely separated places.
Josef Winkler
Watching the small, humpbacked man coughing and spitting up blood, his waxen countenance corpse-yellow, his skin covered in black blotches, a black-clothed nun pulled a rosary from a leather case and kissed one of its black joints.