December 11, 2024 11:18 pm

POETRY

UNITED COLOURS OF MADNESS – The absurdity dozing in the cradle, holding up a finger to the sun.

SURRENDERING – E. Jabès: The house of the crowds dozing in the cradle, that the hands of the nurse are swinging. The house of crazy swings, the trees, the leaves hide – ON THE TOPSOIL – E. Verhaeren: Growing nonsense, like a flower fatal, in the soil of the senses. I want to go into madness, and his alone. FOOLS …

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UNITED COLORS OF THE PAST: With bright or dark horror joy, dancing in the grass seeds made of flesh

ROOTS OF HEAVENLY – Li-chi, the Chinese text: All things have their roots in the sky. The man is rooted in his ancestors. JOYFUL DANCE – R. Carrieri: We find ourselves in the ancestors, as slaves of a dance. We repeat the arrogance, and a joy with no hope. INDELIBLY OBLIVION – T. Hardy: I’m the face of the family. …

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UNITED COLORS OF BODY: Keep the skin, his tunic, under the tent eyelashes, flying the divine wind

SKIN – P. Valéry: What is it, deeper, in the human being, is the skin. ALI – William Blake: The eternal body of man is the imagination. EYES – A. Blok: Under the tent eyelashes, the eyes appear nightly campfires. CAPTIVITY – Lope de Vega: I am neither good nor evil to me, but I said my understanding, that a …

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UNITED COLORS OF MOON: Light it rests, caught in the river, while rough and murky, daffodils reaps silver

ITS – By E. Cetrangolo: Go to the formless, light, something in the wind on the water. LATEST – By J. Milton: Last stands between the dense clouds, the moon, regally boundary, marking the world resting, the silver light of the tunic. IMAGE – In TE Hulme: Entangled height provided with strings of large mast, hangs the moon. What seems …

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UNITED COLORS OF ADVENTURE: Come with me, free to dream and go in freedom in the wind, like a hawk. Far, far more

Come on, let’s go wandering free weights: The spirits of the road winked, and I realized that I could not work (1). Come on, let’s go on dreaming: I go in the country of the rainbow, and walking with pendant arms (2). Come immerse yourself in the joy of going: Sun, shine on me up inside your heart. Wind drives …

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UNITED COLORS OF MEMORIES: Stones dissolved and no tears, transgressions that sealed through the doors of the Failed

ANTIQUE – By W. Soyinka “Without tears as dry leaves, sealed with the stems of the desert, we have lost the hope of green nature trails. Their tracks are greener, who violate their ancient reservoirs, with steel rails, and iron structures.” FINDS – By E. A. Poe “We are powerless, us, pale stones. Not all our power is dissolved.”   …

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UNITED COLORS OF ANGUISH: Around midnight a cry on the ruins, rolling together and painfully, in the secret of happiness

CRASH AND RUIN – By (D. Gascoyne) “The anguish, ran like a crash on the ruins. From the Past accomplished, the emptiness of the Future. And the black, all the invading prism, became absolute.”       NIGHT VIGIL – By (Lucretius) “The ambush, night vigil on the steps blindly. Nature has on the mouth a scream: suffering of the body.” …

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UNITED COLORS OF SADNESS: Over the last horizon is the lone garden of sadness, where to dive between burning matches

INFINITY   “Always dear to me was this lonely hill,   and this hedge, which has so much   last The endless horizon.   But as I sit and gaze, boundless   spaces beyond that, and superhuman   silences, and deepest quiet   I thought I pretend; if just for   the heart is overwhelmed. And as the wind   …

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UNITED COLORS OF MEETINGS: Frames of tremor woven, in the East, where the sand is warm,

MEETING of V.Nabokov “I remember your arrival: a ring growing, a tremor that the world ignores.”   CHARM I. F. Annensky “As the plots of the wavering shadows, the sand is as white hot: do not say anything, do not smile, remains so, as you were.”   WORRY Tsang Yang Gyatso “In the East, on the mountain top, clear the …

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UNITED COLOR OF LOVE: When in the market of winter, around days, listen to her steps

“From the bottom of silver-gray, a slender deer is advancing in the winter forest, and cautious, step by step, wise, pure and immaculate freshly fallen snow. And I think of you, graceful figure.” (J. Maragall)   “You, who have led the market in my heart, and you sold in another market, not sell this heart you busy.” (Abd Allah ibn …

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