After being eaten for so many years,

Cut, recut, forced to branch this way and that,

I have grown tall, I have put forth small white flowers,

I look over fences into people’s faces.

Bees glance at me, the wind has taken me in hand.

My taste is too strong and sour, my growth is rank.

People frown to see me put down yet one more root.

D'ora in ora più selvatica. Lo so.

Da tanti anni divorata,

tagliata, ritagliata,i rami costretti a destra e a manca,

mi slanciai, fiorendo, minuti fiori bianchi

sopra gli steccati fisso in viso le persone

Mi guardano le api, mi ha preso in manto il vento

Forte e aspro è il mio gusto, rigogliose le mie fronde.

Si acciglia la gente, se vede che metto ancora una radice “

(Janet Frame)

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