Milano

Suddenly, now I live on parallels
As a new city, country
Manifests itself around me
In a grey fog and a splutter of smog.

Milan: the Italian antithesis of Italy.
Lurking beneath the umbrella mountains,
Industrially beautiful
And incubating movements.

This city is like a whirring.
A buzzing, fast, metropolitan, vast
Push beyond a terracotta past
Into the unexplored, the not yet transformed.

A cityscape like cracked earth.
Buildings fissured by sun stained tarmac,
Littering shadows from the balconies,
Looming down like gargoyles.

And this is now a home.
I am concealed, unknown
And sealed away beneath the sprawl.
Alone, I piece together language like a puzzle.

But tonight, I stumble home
Through the night and wine,
When I turn a corner to find
An illuminated Duomo

Lit up like a petrified, white ghost
As a spectacle of statuesque marble.
This is the river’s source.
This is from where the city pours.

Rippling out across the map
In the shape of a bicycle wheel,
So that even when stopped,
Cast and halted,

It is still turning onwards,
Driving forwards.
Overflowing and spilling out streets,
Canals, tramlines and undergrounds.

A dynamism, truly electrified.
Swallowing up antiquities
And sweeping the ground clean
Into an international blank.

However, it can also relent,
Abruptly;
Like a cigarette and a slow cappuccino
Or a warm, green veranda in the rays

Of an unconquered sun god.
Opium air.
Golden hour.
When life slows to the speed of a deep breath.

Milano, you have chewed me for a year
And spat me out as someone new,
While I continue to submerge myself further,
Profoundly, like you are my baptistry.


Allora, eccoci, la mia ultima serata dopo un anno qua a Milano, e cosa posso dire? Lo sapete già che mi mancherete tutti. Durante quest’anno ho trovato tanti carissimi amici, veramente persone bellissime, e sarà davvero strano vivere senza di voi nella mia vita quotidiana poiché avete fatto quest’esperienza così speciale. Però lo so che ci vedremo presto (anche perché vorrei sempre una vacanza). Ma sono cambiato molto quest’anno, in modi accademici, personali e creativi, e penso che sia perché questa città e paese mi hanno dato l’opportunità di crescere come persona; sono più confidente, pubblico la mia poesia per la prima volta, il mio italiano è migliorato molto – e soprattutto sono più abbronzato. Insomma, non so come sarei senza essere andato all’estero, ma sarebbe probabilmente peggio. Grazie a tutti.

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