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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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she huffs and puts her face
down lined up with the concrete
patiently waiting for me
to remember to feed her
as I read and write and forget
the cat comes protesting
instead loud and demanding
until I get up to feed them both
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I dreamed my secret name
yes it was written
on a white stone
everything was crystal
clear then just like
the sky today harmony
coated and I felt so
relaxed so sleepy
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I fell into another night
when I woke up I could
not make out the writing
and I got news of more
deaths more killings
more drowning crimes
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if I could if I just could
tell everybody their
secret names
waking them up to life
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Sunday’s posts are dedicated to Italian Poetry
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la conoscenza non è
l’intuizione della bellezza
non colpisce allo stesso modo
nè affonda come una radice sottile
nutrendo l’anima come
una pupilla dilatata che si apre
alla meraviglia
la bellezza è spontanea
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Sì, la domenica le poesie saranno in italiano!
Tuesday Poems will be in English as usual.
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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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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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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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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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this desire
that explores the cosmos
by miniatures
by high concentration
embracing
the whole array of words
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