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RECOGNIZE THEMSELVES – Composing rhymes, under the skin

RECOGNIZE THEMSELVES Composing rhymes under the skin. Their irises are gestures and words that run and seek, exploring the wonder of identify. Once again. (Dastilige Nevante) This page is from the collection of poems ASTONISHMENT – STUPORE, published by Meeting Benches in the e-book versions of English and Italian: http://meetingbenches.com/book-italian-version/ http://meetingbenches.com/e-book-english-version/

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TO THE SPRING, Poetry, by Friedrich Schiller

TO THE SPRING Welcome, gentle Stripling, nature’s darling thou! With thy basket full of blossoms, a happy welcome now! Aha! And thou returnest, heartily we greet thee. The loving and the fair one, merrily we meet thee! Think’st thou of my maiden, in thy heart of glee? I love her yet, the maiden. And the maiden yet loves me! For ...

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SPRING – Poetry, by William Morris

SPRING Spring am I, too soft of heart, much to speak ere I depart: ask the Summer-tide to prove, the abundance of my love. (William Morris)

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SPRING RAIN – Poetry, by Matsuo Basho

SPRING RAIN Spring rain, leaking through the roof, dripping from the wasps’ nest. (Matsuo Basho)

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TO SPRING – Poetry, by William Blake

TO SPRING Sound the flute! Now it’s mute! Bird’s delight, Day and night, nightingale, in the dale, lark in sky. Merrily, merrily merrily, to welcome in the year. Little boy, full of joy; Little girl, sweet and small; Cock does crow, so do you; Merry voice, infant noise; Merrily, merrily, to welcome in the year. Little lamb, here I am; ...

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THE HAMPSTEAD HEATH TOAD – Poetry, by Dorothy Porter

THE HAMPSTEAD HEATH TOAD It was one of those beautiful English summer nights, when levitating on the moonshine of a moonlit world was your entranced lucky fate. The lilac shimmer of silent lakes. The whisper of ghost fox through your heartbeat. But the toad in the hand stank real. Stank through his palpitating skin. Stank of fear. Is the fabled ...

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NUMBERS – Poetry, by Dorothy Porter

NUMBERS I get magic (sometimes I get more than I bargain for), but I don’t get numbers. Numbers do worse than humiliate or elude me, they don’t add up. I am no algebra tart ravished, by the meretricious music of the spheres. (Dorothy Porter) http://www.amazon.com/Love-Poems-Dorothy-Porter/dp/1459605624

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PLEASURE – Poetry, by Dorothy Porter

PLEASURE Is it the bite of a sighing crocodile? All your voluptuous bleeding incense come at once? I have traveled its Silk Road with my curtains drawn, hearing its lurching mirages shiver among the stones and nettles of its gorgeous desert. (Dorothy Porter) http://www.amazon.com/The-Best-Poems-Dorothy-Porter-ebook/dp/B00EVDM3JI  

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HORTIS HESPERIDUM – Poetry, by Giovanni Pontano

HORTIS HESPERIDUM > Un prodigio allora avviene: aulenti selve e fonti, fresche nell’ombra adornano tutti i lidi, e i frutti d’oro penduli dai rami. In un nimbo beato di fragranze, il talamo rifulse tra ghirlande di quei fiori, di quei frutti. Ivi s’assise, più che mai bella Amalfi, e fu regina, mentre intorno cantavano le Grazie, i felici imenei. Fiori ...

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LITTLE VILLAGE OF RIVIERA – Poetry, Alfonso Gatto

PAESETTO DI RIVIERA > La sera amorosa ha raccolto le logge, per farle salpare. Le case tranquille, sognanti la rosa. Vaghezza dei poggi, discendono al mare, in isole, in ville, accanto alle chiese. LITTLE VILLAGE OF RIVIERA > The amorous evening has collected the lodges, to make them sail. The quiet houses, dreamy pink. Vagueness of the hills, descended to ...

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