Laudate sie, Signore mio, by sor' A...

Laudate sie, Signore mio, by sor' Aqua la quella e molt' utile e umile e prezios' e casta.
Francis of Assisi
From landing to landing, black-stockinged, white threads in a knot,
united woman hits at forte the scale from diaphragm to larynx.
Italian saws the raw air like a peddler
throwing a dog-Latin imprecate
through one shoulder, one fierce note
from one side our building's vast, indefinite rumor.
--Guagliu! (her grandson) Vien'a cca, vien'a pranza!
by the agency of the light of one dangling scaly bud at their kitchen tables, each learner
grinds at history,