POETRY

SPRING Nothing is so beautiful as Spring, when weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush. Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring the ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing. The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush the descending blue. That blue is all in …

PRAYER Make me quiet, if you can. It is not so much anxiety that I hide, and even the rush, but I will not try. I do not want to have, what you know will not give me pleasure, and can therefore hurt. You give me: the memory that you’re there, that I want you, that you fill me and …

SO FAR I love you and you’re not here. I linger in this garden, breathing the color that is the thought, before becoming a language in the air still. Well as your name, is a pale spectrum and, as far as I it exhale incessantly, it will not next to me. Tonight, I you you invent, I you imagine, your …

EVERYDAY THAT PASSES IS A REVISIT Everyday that passes is a revisit, all gray history of life. A woman who just told me, put me in the heart like a great swollen bud of joy. It is a joy to see so many bright green branches in the wind and many bullies flowers, blossoming, it is a great joy, because …

SPRING Call me life! Just as I call you, heroic! Let me go down as well. Spring! Wow! I hate the clear and talkative intelligence. Hate the old hypocrite, more insidious hypocritical young, enters the life, huh, life, in a lie as it gives the love! Time slips beyond repair in the honey pot. Its rich contrast, my secret developed …

FAR GET THE LOOK As far as the eye, no flowers or red maple leaves: only a hut from the roof of reeds, near the creek, in the autumn twilight. (Fujiwara no Sadaie)

PROLOGUE Can look up at the sky until the day I die, without even a shred of shame. Even the wind passing through the leaves, I suffered. With the soul singing stars, I have to love all the things that go towards death. And then, the way that I was given, I will have to go. Also tonight, the stars …

PER EMILIO COMICI > Si spalancano laghi di stupore, a sera nei tuoi occhi, fra lumi e suoni. Si aprono lenti fiori di follia, sull’acqua dell’anima, a specchio della grande cima coronata di nuvole. Il tuo sangue che sogna le pietre, è nella stanza, un favoloso silenzio. FOR COMICI EMILIO > Open wide with wonder lakes in the evening in …

LIGHT OF HEART > Fluctuate hours next to your shoulder, blue spheres, and between them there is Saturn. And while they spend, they decrease more evening and night. I do not mind, I’m not sorry for them. How are straight, their passing, almost childlike and gentle, shining in your eyes still. And I forget about them, forget it, too, and …

HERBERT MARSHALL > All your sorrow, Louise, and hatred of me, sprang from your delusion that it was wantonness of spirit and contempt of your soul’s rights, which made me turn to Annabelle and forsake you. You really grew to hate me for love of me, because I was your soul’s happiness, formed and tempered, to solve your life for …