2. L'enigma

e non posso odiare.
Do, e non posso togliare.
Vivo, e non posso muore.
e non posso smettere sanguinare
ma senza mai potere dissanguinarmi.
Angoscia di panico è la mia eterna malattia
ed il mio elisir di vita.
Languisco sempre
in che mi godo
senza poter cessare.
ma sono io la rapina delle mie fiamme
e non posso consumarmi
per quanto il dolore mi consuma.
Che sono allora più che amore e sofferenza?
La sete eterna
di sempre più amore e sofferenza.

The enigma

I love
incapable of hatred.
I give and cannot take.
I live and cannot die.
I bleed
and can't stop bleeding
but cannot bleed to death.
Panic anguish is my only illness
and my elixir of life.
I languish constantly
but enjoy it
and cannot cease therewith.
I burn
but am myself the victim of my flames
and cannot be consumed
however much the pain thereof consumes me.
What am I then more than love and suffering?
— The eternal thirst
for more love and suffering.

Poetry by Christian Lanciai The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2006-08-14 at 13:20

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Rob Graber
Those three bleeding lines are great--awful yet irresistible. I enjoyed comparing the Italian.

I could not understand the first one there, but it looked beautiful!:) this is just great..a beautiful poem


Intimacies and outcries
by Christian Lanciai