ISABELLA MORRA: Poetry, Clipped wings

ISABELLA MORRA: Clipped wings


Seeing that desire beautiful,
You have clipped wings,
that stood in my heart, cruel Fortune,
so that all of your sake I live fast,
I will say this style rough and brittle
a part of my inner evil
caused only by you of these plugs,
between these bitter costumes
of irrational people, devoid of wit,
where no support
I’m going to have to lead my life,
placed here by each blind oblivion.


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