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Spring 2011


- R. Baldasty
Beloved Albatross
- D. Bastianutti
From Trã Bãn
- K. Cain
The Current (La Corrente)
- L. Calio
Down with the King
- M. Cirelli
May Mass – 1957
- L. Dolan
- G. Fagiani
Persephone’s Devotion to Her Mother
- M. Fazio
- V. Fazio
- D. Festa
L’Amour, L’Amour on Summer Afternoons (L’Amour, L’Amour D’estati Filuvespiri)
- M. Frasca
- S. Jackson
- W.F. Lantry
Little Swift
- R. León
Since You Asked
- M. Lisella
Dublin 2010
- V. Maher
39 Fifth Avenue
- C. Matos
Sunrise in Sicily
- A. O’Donnell
Watching Monzú at Work
- F. Polizzi
L’incontru (Rendezvous)
- N. Provenzano
Propriu Quannu Sta Scurannu (When the Day Is Almost Over)
- N. Provenzano
Bones (Le Ossa)
- D. Pucciani
- E. Swados
Mount Etna
- G. Syverson
Poet Jack Foley Says, “We’re Not Writing for Eternity
- J. Wells
Lord of Winter
- A. Zanelli

Nino Provenzano
(translated by David Risk)

L’Incontru / Rendezvous

‘Ncuntrari a qualchidunu in circustanzi
di comu ora sintiti nun e` giustu,
mancassi di rispettu e di crianzi,
e certu scarsu di murali e gustu!

Eppuru, ogni matina ni ‘ncuntramu,
sempi a lu stessu postu puntuali.
Eu menzu nuru , scapiddatu, e damu
l’unu pi l’autru ‘na risata uguali.

Mi scaccia l’occhiu e dici “Arre` cca si?”
Calu la testa e dicu “Ti lu giuru,
saremu sempi amici, e sai picchi`?
Picchi` tu teni a st’amicizia puru.”

Si, semu amici, ma un si chiu` picciotto!
Nun vogghiu diri chi si fattu vecchiu.”
Ed iu ’ncazzatu rispunnu di bottu
“Ma cu schifiu si? Si un tintu specchiu!”


Would it be indiscrete? Would I be lacking in manners,
To disclose the circumstances of our habitual meetings?
Would you regard me as disrespectful of privacy?
Would my revelation betray that scarcity of moral taste?

I’ll risk it and tell you: every morning we meet.
Punctual as the sunrise, and always at the same place.
I turn up half naked, disheveled and barely presentable.
And yet each acknowledges the other’s presence.

The daily wink from across the abyss says, “You again?”
“Yes, me again,” I nod. And each time I pledge
“We will always be friends, and shall I tell you why?
Because this relationship means as much to you as it does to me.”

And it’s only a friend who can say, “Your youth has fled.
Your passion is spent and you’re showing your age.”
This gets my hackles up. Friend or adversary? Which are you?
And I walk away from the phantom in the morning mirror.