*
poetry fleets
liquid to the corners
of the eyes laying down
remembrance unable to find
words to wrap up
these feelings
.
.
.
.
*
poetry fleets
liquid to the corners
of the eyes laying down
remembrance unable to find
words to wrap up
these feelings
.
.
.
.
Sunday’s Poems are dedicated to Italian Poetry (audio version below), on Tuesday this poem will be published in English.
*
poesia che scappa
liquida agli angoli
degli occhi coricata
ricordo e non trovo
parole che incartino
questi sentimenti
.
.
.
Audio: Cliccare per la versione audio
.
*
I did read six pages
this morning
to make me revolve
once more
in the right direction
it has been
long since I could
poetry came
to give me a hand
to see who
am I once more
.
.
.
Feeling sad… The six pages mentioned in this poem I published Tuesday are those of a Mary Oliver book, and today, two days later, she passed away…
.