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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
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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…
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we are here
softly abandoned
glaring at the shadow of
an airplane on the ground
one of those luminous day
where every detail is out
for count and thanksgiving
following a time dark as
the night upon which we
both struggled with
eyes wide open to
no avail in fear
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This poem appears in the first volume of the “California Notebooks”.
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Sunday posts are dedicated to Italian Poetry
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occhi pensierosi
dorati tremolano
nella notte quando
i profumi veleggiano
verso le nuvole lontani
dallo scricchiolio
sottile dei piedi nudi
sull’erba addormentata
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Tuesday Poems will be in English as usual.
Sì, la domenica le poesie saranno in italiano!
Questa poesia fa parte dell’opera California Notebooks 02
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4.
at times when I plant
basil such a delicate plant
I’ve to be careful to synchronize
my breath while I gently press
the dirt around as when
words sprout on paper
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After Wallace Stevens poem Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird
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on mornings I walk
into the sun rising with each step
I type in words – they crowd around me
at dawn very few people are
around silence is bubbling
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After Wallace Stevens poem Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird.
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there’s a pace you need
to let your soul reach where
there will be no more war inside
of you nor anger where you bow
kindly and poetry welcomes you
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After Wallace Stevens poem Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird.
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I’m split in two
by the desire to
sit and meditate
and travel madly
to new landscapes
travel nonetheless
new either way
yet the excitement
of moving on the territory
yet the serenity
of exploring the nearby
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This poem is part of the collection California Notebooks 02
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lets not forget
the improvised song
falling from above when
you stop to meditate
wings flapping
nervously sounding
almost metallic
that clear it seems
lighter than
daylight
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I climbed
the curve of joy
this morning
that which is
not caused
by man but by
resilient nature
beauty as a will
written into my heart
that not only
when I die shall
be respected
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driving in the dark
surrounded by fog
better use trust
the season has come
plowing the clouds
to unveil the land
suspended in
to everlasting
radiance
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call on waiting
same old jingles
repeating as I
come to realize
the blessing of
waiting not able
to do anything else
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let’s not forget
the improvised song
falling from above when
you stop to meditate
wings flapping
nervously sounding
almost metallic
that clear it seems
lighter than
daylight
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This poem is part of the newly published collection California Notebooks 02
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the sound of listening
intense in the desert
morning rising to beauty
sitting in the sun
waiting for silence
to fill me from within
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it’s part of nature
to wait it took me
a long time to get
it to taste the truth
of such statement
beauty of flowers
starts in the cycle
the seed growing
in darkness eyeing
the sky smiling to
the breeze falling
asleep at night so
many times until
it’s fall come in
time that is a
repeat that
is patience at his best
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11.
there’s a pace you need
to let your soul reach where
there will be no more war inside
of you nor anger where you bow
kindly and poetry welcomes you
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After Wallace Stevens poem Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird
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