Sunday’s posts are dedicated to Italian Poetry
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ninfea dei boschi
ti sembravo e ti dissi no
avevo i capelli corti
e pantaloncini
nulla sembrava
fluire con il vento se non
gambe e braccia
lunghe e il sorriso biondo
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Tuesday Poems will be in English as usual.
Sì, la domenica le poesie saranno in italiano!
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wisdom can be found
in forgetting
love is stitched on a
white canvas
an array of colors
red for bleeding
is an illusion to the eyes
it’s calm blue deep
within
and forgiveness
may be a life raft
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This poem appears in the first volume of the “California Notebooks”.
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writing comes
as waves of the sea
poetry is the
foam on the top
the sprays that
dance the air
words that speak
of universes
that were held
too long in the
shells laying
below masses
of heavy dark
volumes coming
and going
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shuffling fast
letters and pictures
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a bell ringing
breaking the hour
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more than once
so be it
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hammering a though
of you into my heart
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as eyes to the sky
forever changing
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not yet rolled up
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