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we stall through August
aside the rare days
when the sky thundered
the wind hissed and shout
and we run up and down
closing windows pulling
shades and lifting chairs
the following steps
were those of picking up
the tender plants uprooted
from the garden the scattered
tomatoes and plums
august with its singing nights
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shy me lord
of what sinks me down
as I fall asleep
let peace wrap me up
my thoughts
lighten my worries
remove just
a timid smile to
welcome you
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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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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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approaching the day
with dancing
thoughts
to linger in god’s
presence
light
that stays with me
at night
and in my slumber
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This poem is part of the published collection California Notebooks 02
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it’s there you know
poetry waits patiently
for me to return to
our holy silence
to our time alone to
that embrace if I could
never let go always
be poetry myself
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1.
there are times when
a poem you read doesn’t
make any sense where
you suddenly realize how
nice it is to be lost
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After Wallace Stevens poem Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird
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7.
some people sit and read
the program but do not pay
attention to the music or the tempo
they do not single out instruments
they need punctuation in poetry
prose in the shape of a column
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After Wallace Stevens poem Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird.
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wisdom can be found
in forgetting
love is stitched on a
white canvas
an array of colors
red for bleeding
is an illusion to the eyes
it’s calm blue deep
within
and forgiveness
may be a life raft
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This poem appears in the first volume of the “California Notebooks”.
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I’ve seen rain
stepping on the sea
incessantly tapping
not able to carve
ancient holes
as on rocks
because it
was welcomed
it was welcome
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This poem is part of the collection California Notebooks
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*
approaching the day
with dancing
thoughts
to linger in god’s
presence
light
that stays with me
at night
and in my slumber
.
.
.
This poem is part of the newly published collection California Notebooks 02
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the volume of the sky
above me and the land
stretching from my feet
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Coming Soon!
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tonight
the moon is full
emptied from a thousand
engagements I lay in hot
water maybe illuminated
from the sky is the silence
repose approaching
hidden from light
an upside down world
a somersault and a wriggle to
find myself wondering star under
inside some lights I turn off before
the thoughts – then the eyes
slightly vibrating
weightless in the space
I found within
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having infinity
taking over me
that is my practice
in the desert
to rehearse boundless
to have a sip of
eternity once
in a while
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Here is the video of me reading an unpublished poem I dedicated to “The Human Mandala”, that took place on June 26th 2016, during the Picnic Reale in Monza Park, Italy, where I did a presentation of my book CALIFORNIA NOTEBOOKS hosted by Virginia e Co. bookstore. You can read the translated text below.
Ecco il video della lettura di un mio testo inedito che ho dedicato allo “Human Mandala”, condotto da Paola Campese, durante il Picnic Reale a Monza il 26 giugno 2016. La libreria Virginia e Co. di Monza ha organizzato una presentazione del mio libro “California Notebooks”, al termine della quale ho letto l’inedito che qui vi presento.
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la mia figura
si illumina di poesia
è un altro tipo di sorriso
una formula elementare
di essere nell’uno
universale
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my figure is lit by
poetry from within it’s
a different kind
of smile an elementary
formula to be
in the universal one
