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Wednesday, 16 May 2012

Dom Gabrielli-

A Poem for a Painter

the blue of the sea
the silver of the olive
the dead white straw of Helios

where your daughter kisses
the absences of jailed night

the white day turns you black

the elite come to inspect your works
they part the pubes of your pride
to insert the probe of their prudery

sometimes they buy
they make out big cheques
zeroes for colours

you wear a black beret
you write long poems in the sun
and recite them to passing trains

film directors from Roma
make films
they win prizes with your character

you have nothing you want nothing
just cigarettes and coffee
the kisses of your daughter

you build the walls of an imaginary asylum
to be alone finally
with the olive trees and the poppies

the choruses of your colours
are the only light left to us

(for Pucceto)

Dom Gabrielli studied literature at Edinburgh, Paris and New York Universities. He has translated widely including published works by Bataille,  Leiris and Jabes. In the early 1990’s, he left the academic world to travel and devote himself to writing. Gabrielli has published two books to date. The Eyes of a Man (2009), his first book of poetry, and The Parallel Body (2010), which he recently translated into French (Les Corps Paralleles, 2012). Gabrielli travels extensively from his home in Salento, Italy, where he produces extra virgin olive oil.

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