ALL A word bold and swollen with self-importance. It should be written in quotes. He pretends not to miss anything, concentrate, include, contain and take. But it is only a scrap of storm. (Wislawa Szymborska) http://www.amazon.co.uk/Poems-New-Collected-Wislawa-Szymborska/dp/0156011468
Read More »IF – Poetry by Rudyard Kipling
IF If you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs and blaming it on you, if you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way …
Read More »WHEN YOU WILL NOT BE LONGER PART OF ME: William Shakespeare, “Romeo and Juliet” Act 3, Scene 2
WHEN YOU WILL NOT BE LONGER PART OF ME When you are no longer part of me I’ll want to cut out from your memory so many little stars, then, the sky will be so beautiful that the whole world will love the night. (William Shakespeare) http://www.amazon.co.uk/Juliet-Wordsworth-Classics-William-Shakespeare/dp/1840224339 http://www.amazon.it/Romeo-Giulietta-William-Shakespeare/dp/8804499397
Read More »NOTHING: Poetry of Fernando Pessoa
NOTHING The angels were looking for her, found her at my side, there where her wings had guided. The angels came to take her away. She had left their home, their day clearer, and had come to live with me. She loved me, because love just loves imperfect things. The angels came from the top, and took her away from …
Read More »YOU ARE MY SLAVERY, YOU ARE MY FREEDOM – Poetry, by Nazim Hikmet
YOU ARE MY SLAVERY, YOU ARE MY FREEDOM You are my slave, you are my freedom, You are my flesh burning as the naked flesh of the summer nights. You are my home you, with green highlights of your eyes you, high and victorious. You are my nostalgia of knowing how inaccessible at the very moment when I grab you. …
Read More »THERE IS A PLEASURE IN THE UNEXPLORED WOODS – Poetry of George Gordon Byron
THERE IS A PLEASURE IN THE WOODS UNEXPLORED There is a pleasure in the unexplored forests, and ecstasy in deserted beaches, there is a company that no one can disturb at the deep sea, and music in its roar. I love not man the less, but Nature more, after these talks where I run away from what I am, or …
Read More »FAREWELL – Poetry by Nazim Hikmet
The man says to the woman I love, and as if I hold in my palm heart, like broken glass, which I bloodied the fingers, when he broke madly. The man says to the woman I love, and as with the depth of kilometers, with the immensity of kilometers, one hundred percent, a thousand percent, one hundred times the infinitely …
Read More »UNITED COLORS OF THE NIGHT: Falling petals, light food for poppies
DROPS OF DARKNESS – Akiko Yosano: From cherry blossoms fall. So, in the gray dawn, stars detach from the sky. EMBRACING EACH OTHER AT NIGHT – M. de Unamuno: Open your arms to the night, which is black, and very beautiful. The sun of life has it looked, with its eyes of fire. The sun made the black night, and …
Read More »LANGUAGES – Poetry by Bei Dao
LANGUAGES Many languages are spoken, now, in this world. Soaring words, meet, meet, collide, they create sparks, sometimes hate, sometimes love. Higher the rise of rationality, but without sinking voice, with thoughts fragile and lightweight, bamboo tablets. A woven basket filled with blind poisonous mushrooms, those beasts painted on the rock we trample flowers galoppandoci above, but a head secret …
Read More »A MAN IN A WOMAN: Renaissance poetry of Michelangelo Buonarroti
A MAN IN A WOMAN A man in a woman, even one god, for his mouth speaks, so I have to listen to this fact, I never will be mine. I should think so, much as I am, I was taken away from her, out of myself, have pity on me; yes above the vain desire spurs me her …
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