Hand Black

ILdatiniMarina Colasanti gave us a small collection of poems inspired by the life of Francis and Margaret and his beautiful palace….

poetically by centuries of purgatory

FRANCESCO di MARCO DATINI

HAND BLACK

Marina Colasanti

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«You have to love the space to describe it in detail so as if there were molecules of the world "

G.Bachelard

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Hand Black

Closed sta hand black

in the red

Industrious peeps his Shadow

body from the pocket

The World

sow and harvest

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Muore hand black

as grain to grain

Fiorendosi in golden lily

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Dimorai

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Dwelt at times lilied

as the body facing the World

Many diners were

my carnal nourishment

For choral fierce spirits of salvation

Lean and Hungry

appetite returns to Purgatori

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Mater Materials

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Murai the first my space

Per born al Time

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That I lived near that place

I was incarnated as

the decorations of the round times

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Precious garments to adorn my body more beautiful

in the Earth:

Mater Materia honored Celata is vinta

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Croce al ceppo

I was born desert generations

as Jacob laid the secular dream

the low standing of climbing ascent

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Inverted spalancaron my eyes

right down to the degree that I was bitter place

the seven obscure ambassador of pain

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Expected to land lapislazzula

In heartfelt vigil Margarita

returned to the ligno my ascent arm horizontally

and penitent position at the Stump Cross

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Florin

Fiorino my Lucente

Venerable

Thou wast the potentia Citrine

My intellect embodied

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Tu numero

Your weight

Tu misura

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Tu Corps d'oro

I joined nell'accolta hand

and sown and walked below

as Father To Son

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Ruby (You know la)

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Crimson robe

that wrapped in swaddling clothes

e mi fu Madre

Nigra plague that emptied

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La Veste Rossa Mia

Ruby and the nigro luminaries glow

My Robe of Red

The sacred scarlet tangle of bones

Remember Nova and risorta

In his Mansion

Ritta and Mighty to walk through the threshold

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Abitavan gatti

Scorrean well water, and jugs of wine

As veins

abitavan intellects and cats as scattered

doors and windows, they seemed to light eyes and mouths with rice