I’m honoured to have a sketch in the first pages of Faye Miravite’s book of poems Poesie – Foglie di vita.

Libertà

Delizia

Aspetta….

Her delicate precise words in Italian are full of feeling space and texture.

Spacious words opening up colour shards of memory. Turning around. Spiralling, inwards & outwards, between infinitudes.

I love the generative quality that translating creates. There are always more meanings born when reading from one language to another. Generative poetics!