4 Spectral Poems
V.
THE OWL
He wakes up at nightwith the soul coldthis man disguisedclown .Looking for lovein the solitary places andcanals ,where a distanceecho barking of dogswithout a master .He approaches the marshes ,comes in contactwith the beings of the deep ,tells themhis past,nothing is silent ,in the silence .
VI .
THE FROGS
On the bottom ,the croaking sleeping ,frogs in my psyche .The nature tells me gay .
VII .
SCARECROW
The children frightened oldfrom your monstrous grincould not see,yellow straw hair ,your tears ,violas, cyclamen ;icy wind in the country alone,harvest far away,minds blacks ,clouds of wrought iron,you you stood erect,carrot nose ,Pointed ,your arms to the north -southwide ragged cloak ,lost in your thoughtsof a remote past ,when you were a man.
VIII.
THE SKELETON
He looked at me , a skeleton,in his house for ever.I was engrossed in vain thoughts ,I ran behind incredible fatuity .He looked at me , a skeleton, withoutveils, false conjecture.He came to the perfect sincerity .
Camillo CatellaniFrom ' 12 Thoughts and Poems Spectral - March 1996)
