embroidery, you say
is my way of being a woman
make a raw onion in the palm of your hand to feel the thread of the fingers
the edge of the table
the contours of
room in which they are closed for centuries
embroidery in the quiet of my head
airy strands of thought and I do
sharp leaves of flowers round
filter ideas through
the spider web that covers me until the brain
To what extent
the magic of the spell of silence submission
make me strong and furious
far
make me weak and exposed,
want to stitch together?
(Dacia Maraini, 1978)
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