Counterpoint, by William Stabile (translated by William Wall)

Image from the cover of Ghost Estate, by William Wall

This is one of the poems written by my friend William Stabile that I like the most, beautifully translated by the Irish poet William Wall and included in his latest book Ghost Estate.

Counterpoint

there are moments
precise moments in my evenings
in which I cease to be a man
I traverse seasons in a few minutes

I shed thoughts in spirals
lines of certainty half-truths
as the wheat sheds its husk
at the first biting wind of September

but then you come hair the russet of apples
& you gather just the husks
senses tuned to the thinnest frequency
the truth survives in counterpoint

William Stabile 
(translated from Italian by William Wall)