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a petal can lead
to an expanse of flowers
of poetry and lightness
surprisingly colored
to an internal suburban world
projecting me with telescopic
vision toward the earth I who
believes to be above it
within not yet under
I who believe and know no more
I who believes evermore that
I’m and nothing else matters
who loves to live an atom
at a time my own explosion
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This poem appears in the first volume of the California Notebooks.
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just before
I breathed in I was
breathing out
I run to this
place to be with you
you seem aloof
to life or to give
anything out afraid
even to receive
I play with the birds
trills as people rush
home from work
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This poem is part of the collection California Notebooks 02
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the life of a poet
is that of cultivating
yourself so that poetry
may choose to visit you
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This poem is part of the new volume “California Notebooks 03” soon to be published.
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I load on beauty
between silences
those of plants and
lack of rain
these shivering
when reefers come
are not gossip or loud
news they are stanzas
needing spaces
in between needing
solid whites an invisible
bench to sit on
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This poem is part of the collection California Notebooks 02
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a river pouring
you are not rushing
to me poetry flows
out is hard to contain
I’ve no hands for that use
I’ve new eyes to embrace
strong legs clasped around
it’s an odd place wonderful
to be tell me what is
new today with you
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what is a poem
but a hiding place
a launching board
to the sky a secret
green house where
to grow dreams to
water the sight of
the unseen to pick
eternity’s scent
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I’ve learned
to be slow to react
and I let anything
nature has sink
in me to keep
me afloat
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January Sundays are dedicated to Italian Poetry, and today is my birthday!
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è un movimento
successivo
quello di dare alla poesia
un modo
di raccontare la bellezza
che si sofferma
non vista
fulgida sensibilità
luce
nei nostri giorni bui
quando
pensiamo che ci sia
ben poco da vedere
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Tuesday Poems will be in English as usual.
Sì, la domenica le poesie saranno in italiano. E oggi è il mio compleanno!!!
Questa poesia fa parte della raccolta California Notebooks 02 in vendita da Feltrinelli.
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I pick up words
as small daisies
on a spring field
careful to hold them
in small bunches
never as beautiful
as when first spotted
a memory of wonder
blushing as they close
around their meaning
covering the heart
shy of a truth near
enough for our dull spirit
to remember a note
or two
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This poem is in the first volume of the “California Notebooks”. If you wish to get your own copy click here
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I wish no one
to die without a hint
of poetry
a hue of love
compassion or
passion
I wish you
all the urge to cross
over this
threshold
while in your home
a nice skin
seeking a touch
from heaven to come
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This poem is part of the collection, available on Amazon, California Notebooks 02
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I’ve been sleeping
light lately as
a restless person
going in and out
from one room
into another mirrors
everywhere as I
searched for my
breath the metronome
of my temporary
existence
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I’ve seen rain
stepping on the sea
incessantly tapping
not able to carve
ancient holes
as on rocks
because it
was welcomed
it was welcome
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This poem is part of the collection California Notebooks
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I have worn shoes
covered with trails
dust sticking loud
louder than my long
path of silence I
have asked to see
the way I could tread
barefoot as in a dream
where roads aren’t
hard where people
say without speaking
love is reverence
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a road to nowhere
days spent habits piling
up where the sky
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still shines and showers
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light stopping thoughts
in your own steps
you wish home to be anywhere
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it takes but
a few days for
the white layer
on the mountains
to melt at their feet
back to bare skin
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