POETRY

LITTLE TRIP TO THE SCANDINAVIAN POETRY: Tomas Tranströmer

COUPLE – by Tomas Tranströmer   “Shuts off the light, but its white bell jar still gleams an instant, before vanishing altogether as a tablet in a glass of darkness. Then he gets up, and the walls of the hotel they rush into the darkness of the sky. The movements of love are exhausted, and they sleep, but most secret …

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ENIGMATIC CHILDREN’S SONG – By Jan Hendrik Frederik Grönloh, alias “Nescio”

ENIGMATIC CHILDREN’S SONG “White swans, black swans Who’s going to sail with me to England? England is closed The key is broken And there is no blacksmith [to be found] in the land Who can repair that key come forward, come forward Those at the back should come to the front.” (Jan Hendrik Frederik Grönloh)

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INDIAN CONTEMPORARY POETRY: With Anita Nair, shaking bells, listening to a catatonic heart

HELLO LASCIVIOUSNESS – By Anita Nair   “I would see due lasciviousness when it arrived, I should have known at this point. Since coming to see you shaking bells on the door, scented sun, grass, of cunning desires. Because you strip a feather on the soul, and stirs your heart catatonic heart, and sends to your brain small rhythmic notes. …

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UNITED COLOURS OF POETRY – Painful inventions grow, while the syllables grow, mute as the flight of birds, in the feelings

PRETEND – F. Pessoa: The poet is a pretender. Pretends so completely, that gets to pretend it is pain, the pain that he really feels. SOMEWHERE – J. Skacel: Poets do not invent poetry. The poem is somewhere back there. It is there from time immemorial. The poet does not do that discover it. INTIMATE UNDERSTANDING – P. Neruda: If …

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CHINESE SPRING – Poetry, by Xiao Kaiyu

SPRING – By Xiao Kaiyu “Call me, life! Just as I call you, heroic! Let me go down well. Spring! That stuff! I hate the intelligence clear and talkative. I hate the old hypocrite, most insidious of young hypocrite, enters the life, huh, life, in a lie as it gives the love!     Time slips beyond repair in the …

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YOU HAD SAID – Poetry, by Yukitsuna Sasaki

YOU HAD SAID – Poem, by Yukitsuna Sasaki “You said you wanted my son! You’re stupid!   Water running seething in the river, breaks the vortex sound, you are my arms.     A verse of poetry is straight, oscillates in the steam that rises, shaking the earth. “

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THREE SHADES OF AN IDENTICAL SUNRISE: A window on contemporary Japanese poetry

The Japanese poetry? All have ancient matrix in “Kojiki”. A history with subsequent irradiation in the collection “Manyoshu” – thousands of compositions – with different poetic forms: “choka”, “sedoka” and “tanka”. The contemporary poet Yuichi Sato, without neglecting the traditional poetry, extends its perceptual horizon, interacting intellectually with all that surrounds him, even with contemporary music. His perception of the …

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WITH THE EYES OF THE MIND: The elegance and the human body, through the eyes of Hsien Fang

The slender feet are cold, and the feet are heavy muscled. Feet are similar irreparably vulgar. Starting from here: the feet are big plump and sweet to the touch, the feet are soft and pleasant to the eye pleasing, elegant and feet are refined and beautiful. But the fatness should not depend on meat, softness should not depend on the …

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UNITED COLORS OF MERCY: Cherry Blossoms and white roses, in the eyes of a blind man, buzzing of small falling leaves

CHERRY BLOSSOM – T.Kikaku: To see the cherry blossoms, led by his mother, reaches the small blind. GROWING – J. Marti: I cultivate a white rose, albeit in adverse season, good for the soul that arises in my hand away. But for one who grabs me by my heart out alive, nor thistle or nettle cultivation: I cultivate a white …

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WALKING IN SOLITUDE: Poetry, by L. De Vega

I go to my loneliness, I come from my loneliness, because to be with me enough for me my thoughts. (L. DE VEGA)       Vado alle mie solitudini, dalle mie solitudini vengo, perché per stare con me mi bastano i miei pensieri. (L. DE VEGA)         Voy a mi soledad, Vengo de mi soledad, porque …

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