POETRY

This poetry belongs to Water and Land (poetry collection published in 1930), with a structure very short and very deep ways. A poem which remained famous for its concise structure, exciting like a flash in the darkness that comes close:   Everyone is just the heart of the earth pierced by a ray of sun: and it is now evening. …

Basho in the summer of 1694 he went to Osaka. He died there, after writing his latest haiku: Traveling, sick the way of my dreams on a dry wash. http://www.amazon.com/Matsuo-Basho-Makoto-Ueda/dp/0870115537 http://www.amazon.it/111-HAIKU-BASHO-MATSUO/dp/8877992506  

I WISH I COULD A QUIET CORNER I wish I could take a quiet corner in the heart of my baby’s very own world. I know it has stars that talk to him, and a sky that stoops down to his face to amuse him with its silly clouds and rainbows. Those who make believe to be dumb, and look …

I ASK FOR A MOMENT’S INDULGENCE TO SIT BY THY SIDE   I ask for a moment’s indulgence to sit by thy side. The works that I have in hand I will finish afterwards. Away from the sight of thy face my heart knows no rest nor respite, and my work becomes an endless toil in a shoreless sea of …

WHERE THE MIND IS WITHOUT FEAR       Where the mind is without fear, and the head is held high. Where knowledge is free. Where the world has not been broken up, into fragments, by narrow domestic walls. Where words come out from the depth of truth. Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection. Where the clear stream …

YOU ARE UNEXPECTED COMING You are coming to my unexpected desire, you amazed and shocked the imagination inside my mind. I tremble, and deep within, my heart is overwhelmed by worry, stifled by the breath of love waves. You save me, from this shipwreck in mainland please save me, and receive me in your port. (Macedonio Fernandez)

THE NIGHT NOT WANT TO COME The night did not want to come, because you do not come and I can not go. But I will go, although a sun scorpions eat me head. But you will come, with his tongue burned by the salt rain. The day will not come, because you do not come and I can not …

DREAM I think, and I see, or dream a small village, a great peace: inside, a sing of roosters. And the small village is lost in a fall of snow. Within the village, in holiday dress, a little white house. Furtive mentions a blonde head, between the curtains move. I open the door and the hinges, screeching, they ask for …

DON’T DISMISS YOUR DREAMS BECAUSE DREAMS Don’t dismiss your dreams because they are dreams. All dreams can be reality, If the dream does not end. The reality is a dream. If we dream that the stone is stone, This is the stone. What flows in the rivers is not water, is a dream, the crystalline water. Reality dream disguise, and …

I HELD TIGHT FOR A LONG TIME MY ANGEL ” I held tight for a long time my Angel, and he finally sadness spread over him in my arms. He was small, and I’m great: until it was I the compassion, and he’s only a prayer shaking. Only then I restored to him his heavens, fading, left me his most …