Author Archives: anna mosca

About anna mosca

Artist, poet, photographer, reader, lover, walker, traveler. Feeling in wilderness. Been writing lots of poetry, taking less pictures, teaching a whole lot, traveling less than usual, loving more than allowed, riding public city bikes and not planes, puzzled over paintings. Beside all those forms I am.

Un petalo

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Sunday Posts are usually dedicated to Italian Poetry, this Sunday is Bilingual.

I kindly invite you to watch this video, for images, sound effects and voice. I’m posting below the text of the poem featured in the video in English and in Italian. If you view it on YouTube you could also request English captions as it runs.

Enjoy it!

Un petalo – video poesia

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a petal can lead
to an expanse of flowers

of poetry and lightness
surprisingly colored

to an internal suburban world
projecting me with telescopic

vision toward the earth I who
believes to be above it

within not yet under
I who believe and know no more

I who believes evermore that
I’m and nothing else matters

who loves to live an atom
at a time my own explosion

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un petalo può condurre
a una distesa di fiori

di poesie e pensieri lievi
sorprendentemente colorati

a un mondo interno extraurbano
proiettarmi con un binocolo che

guarda verso la terra io che
credevo di esserne sopra

dentro non ancora sotto
io che credevo e non so più

io che credo sempre più che
sono e non importa null’altro

che amo vivere un atomo
alla volta la mia esplosione

Trovar riposo

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Sundays are dedicated to Italian Poetry

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alzarsi in volo
al di sopra di tutto

dove le stelle sono
in attesa la notte per

pascolare le nuvole
blu scarmigliate

dove le preghiere
si aggirano prima

di trovar riposo

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Questa poesia fa parte del libro bilingue California Notebooks 03 di prossima pubblicazione.

Yes, on Tuesdays poetry will be in English as always.

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Finding Rest

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to soar up
above all

where stars
wait on the night

to pasture blue
clouds unkempt

where prayers
roam before

finding rest

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This poem is part of the selection for the new collection, soon to be published, California Notebooks 03.

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Behind The Full Moon

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I could just imagine
the stars heaped up
behind the full moon

I could see them
scattered a geography
of the desert sky

some move my eyes
as across a landscape
an imagined horizon

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Anna Mosca dancing in daylight at La Quinta Desert, Coachella Valley, CA

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This poem is part of the published bilingual collection California Notebooks 02. The Italian version of it was just published on this blog last Sunday 19 May 2019.

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Dietro la luna

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Sundays are dedicated to Italian Poetry

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posso solo immaginare
le stelle ammucchiate
dietro la luna piena

le posso vedere
sparpagliate la geografia
del cielo nel deserto

i miei occhi si spostano
nel buio come sopra un paesaggio
un orizzonte immaginato

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Anna Mosca dancing in daylight at La Quinta Desert, Coachella Valley, CA

 

 

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Sì, la domenica le poesie saranno in italiano!

Questa poesia fa parte della raccolta California Notebooks 02 .

Tuesday Poems will be in English as usual.

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Preludio di cielo

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Sundays are dedicated to Italian Poetry

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non voglio

lasciare mai più

questo silenzio

 

questa pace che

ieri mi spaventava

preludio di cielo

 

come lo ricordo

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Sì, la domenica le poesie saranno in italiano!

Questa poesia fa parte della raccolta California Notebooks 02 .

Tuesday Poems will be in English as usual.

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Shining Bright

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it’s an afterward
moving

this of giving poetry
a way

to talk about the beauty
lingering

unseen
sensitivity shining

bright
in our darker days

when we
think there’s little

to be seen

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This poem can be read at page 109 of the published collection California Notebooks 02.

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Sleepy Grass

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pensive hazel eyes
flickering around
the night where

perfumes sail to
the clouds away

from the cracking
tiny sound of bare foot
on sleepy grass

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This poem is part of the published collection California Notebooks 02

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Random Cloud

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Ithink I’ve lost

that power within

and from above

 

I believe I am

fog that endures

with darkness

 

I think I have

missed the wind

on my sail

 

a random cloud

fair and heavy

to stay away

 

from everything

from you from what

I do not count anymore

 

and I’ve left behind

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This poem is part of the published collection California Notebooks 02

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