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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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after decades spent
in the seriousness of being
pondering judging achieving
fastening my seat belt
to the land of lightness
where islands do float
as all my thoughts
in enchanted bliss
here silently I’m
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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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quando sono completamente
esausta la poesia si china
a raccogliermi per farmi volare
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Tuesday Poems will be in English as usual.
Sì, la domenica le poesie saranno in italiano!
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I turn my shoulders
to the last summer sun
inconsolable for fall
at the door and winter
following they get into
my bones and stay too
long I try resignation
to no avail on my
mutilated wings
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California Notebook 03 is on its way!
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As I believe in the infinite circle, here after Step 1, is Step 13 🙂
13.
while I learn to move my ears
in the air to grasp whispers
poetry explains itself
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It’s my hope that each steps of Thirteen Ways Of Looking At A Poem led you further ahead in your love and understanding of poetry. Thank you for reading.
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Sunday posts are dedicated to Italian Poetry
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il tempo lascia
tracce ovunque
le vittime non sono
mai vendicate
il tempo non si può
trattenere può essere
classificato mai
arrestato
e a pensarci
seriamente
non duriamo ma
il tempo di un respiro
il tempo si mostra
e fugge veloce
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Tuesday Poems will be in English as usual.
Sì, la domenica le poesie saranno in italiano!
Poesia tratta da “California Notebooks” in vendita da Feltrinelli.
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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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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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2.
sometimes you are just
walking minding your own
business when something almost
invisible floats in front of you
usually a bit on the side not exactly
in front you need to pay attention
and gently pick the poem
out of the air
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After Wallace Stevens poem Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird
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3.
just as bunny rabbits
at dusk poems show up
and while you stand
with your mouth open or
an enchanted smile
they rush away
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After Wallace Stevens poem Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird
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Sunday posts are dedicated to Italian Poetry
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fermarsi qui
smettere il tempo i pensieri
le nuvole buie scelgo la bellezza
la novità e le voci lontane
indosso la gratitudine
se non mi strappano questa
posso vivere
ovunque
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Tuesday Poems will be in English as usual.
Sì, la domenica le poesie saranno in italiano!
Poesia tratta da “California Notebooks” in vendita da Feltrinelli.
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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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5.
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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This Sunday Post is both in Italian and in English
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nuvola
senza che nessuno
cambi tutto
cambia
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cloud
without anybody
changing everything
changes
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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.
