Sunday’s posts are dedicated to Italian Poetry
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mi adorna
un sorriso inaspettato
io che attendo poco e vivo
d’ora che esploro sorvolando
non trattengo nulla lascio
che il movimento accada e non ho
indirizzi punte di spilli o di matite
mi trovo felice tra le ultime tre righe
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Sì, la domenica le poesie saranno in italiano!
Poesia tratta dai “California Notebooks” in vendita da Feltrinelli.
This poems can be read in its English version here.
Tuesday Poems will be in English as usual.
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the volume of the sky
above me and the land
stretching from my feet
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knowledge is not
the intuition of beauty
it doesn’t strike the same
nor sinks deep as a thin root
nourishing the soul as
a dilated pupil widening
to the wonderful
beauty is spontaneous
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me decorated
with an unexpected smile
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I now expect little and live the moment
exploring while passing over
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I’ve quit detaining I let
motion befalling having no
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more addresses, pinheads or pencils
I found my self delighted
in the last three lines
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This poem is part of the first volume of the “California Notebooks”. If you wish to get your own copy click here
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I am a drawing compass
one feet pointed the soft
one bent on a dance to
go from here to there to
close the circles to jump
out to run free today
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Sunday Posts are dedicated to Italian Poetry
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una volta
facevo parte di mio padre
a anche facevo parte di
mia madre
più tardi anche
se non letteralmente
fui parte di altri
più avanti sarò parte
delle radici degli alberi
contribuirò alla folgorante
bellezza dei fiori
sarò parte dell’acqua
su nel cielo da qualche
parte per tutto il tempo
io ero parte di dio ma
qui tu ti irrigidisci
di colpo e obbietti
che non posso
provarlo
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Sì, la domenica le poesie saranno in italiano!
Questa poesia è a pagina 54 della raccolta California Notebooks 02 .
This poem was published in English last Tuesday.
Tuesday Poems will be in English as usual.
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I was once
part of my dad
and also part of
my mother
later but not so
literally I was part
of someone else’s
further I will be part
of the trees’ roots
contributing to the
flowers’ beauty
part of water
somewhere in
the sky all along
I was part of god
but here you
stiffen and say
I cannot
prove it
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This poem is on page 55 of the published bilingual collection California Notebooks 02.
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forever is to renew
what I already have
every day
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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!
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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
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early this morning
the sun kissed
the tips of grass
like light
bulbs turned on
one at a time
to brighten the
soggy meadow
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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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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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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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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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this desire
that explores the cosmos
by miniatures
by high concentration
embracing
the whole array of words
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