Daria Menicanti (Piacenza 1914 – Rome 1995) is an Italian poetess. Unfortunately she is almost unknown, but her poems are definitely worth reading. Here follows my English translation of a couple of them.
She hopes who knows what. Goes away
with her bottom hung in a black swimsuit.
She smiles, swings it. Thinks
she’s the only one to have it.
Love is (not) everlasting
It cannot last. It won’t last for sure.
Love sticks, craving for your burning
body and runs to others,
everlasting only in this very event.
Anything else you can say is running
poor poets down.