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Il mio orto

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Sundays’ poems are dedicated to Italian Poetry

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il mio orto a spirale

ha prodotto abbondanza

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nascondendo la struttura

non percorribile

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nel suo pieno arrivata

la stagione

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Se gradite ascoltare la versione audio e video della performance cliccate qui.

If you wish to hear and see the video of the poetic performance click here.

Yes, on Tuesday poems will be in English, as usual!

Sì, il martedì le poesie, come sempre, saranno pubblicate in inglese!

Now

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now it’s my turn

to be sitting on

a park bench

alone listening

something is coming

what is is coming

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This was the only English poem performed on my first poetic reading after the Covid-19 lockdown, last weekend, when asked to do a public reading during the finissage of an art show Called Opulenza Vegetale (Vegetable Opulence). The performance took place in an old site, a church dated 1289, in Italy. If interested in a short video click here, Now.

In Spite Of Me

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when my words
surfacing out of
poetry define
who am I
I cry

I also
rejoice and
stand still as
if suspended
all at the same
exact

time holding
that tiny particle
of truth inside me
that shining in spite
of me

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Seasons

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I end up at times

visiting old friends

dinners stretching

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over time feeding

our souls

the privilege

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of recalling

the spirit’s

visitations

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our hearts

a candle burning

quietly

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steadily shaking

in the evening

breeze leaves

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we are made to fall

and to die

full of colors

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when it’s season

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“Not Rosaries Nor Missals” is a collections of poems started on July 2013. This poem comes from that collection.

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Everlasting

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life as a bird

an egg in a nest

in unexpected

 

places hidden

cared for and guarded

with parental

 

love cracking to

the first light revelation

being fed and

 

taught to sing

before I could fly out

into everlasting

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One More Query

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while we artists

on earth spend days

hardly making

a living as we struggle

to find the right

hues the precise color

to define a day

to portray time tell me

my dear where

you now indulge beauty

where time is

no more what color is

the forever

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⁃ To Michelle Pelletier –

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Solitude Serves Me Well

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before is the bird’s
song and the occasional
car passing by

then the refrigerator
freezing while shaking
the hot water boiler

or an airplane
far away the mailman
comes dropping

volumes of papers
we need to lift glance
at a minute then dispose

that’s how days roll
away how solitude
serves me well

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This poem is from the California Notebook collection, available in paper book and digital format.

The Look My Soul Has

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in between loving cats
and feeding elders
roaming paths

it was the caressing
with my eyes of the olive
trees barks twisted by

the winds and the lack
of water – is that the look
my soul has – she had no

idea life was business
to attend same the church
and the cats and the elderly

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This poem is part of the collection Not Rosaries Nor Missals.

Anni fa…

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Incontro un piccolo cane,

frenetico, affamato.

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Si affonda nella spazzatura.

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Disperazione, tenerezza,

pianto, le nostre miserie,

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che lui incorpora ingoiando

immondizia, impudico.

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Lui senza vergogna.

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Inedita, Italy, 2011.