A poem with curved

The white stretch

of its white beach,

curved as the moon crescent

or ivory when some fine hand

chisels it.

Il tratto bianco

della sua spiaggia bianca,

curvo come la luna crescente

o l’avorio quando una mano sottile

lo scolpisce

(from “Thetis” by Hilda Doolittle, 1886-1961, American writer and poet)