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362 Poems in English: the collection of poems published in English |
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I still feel and see
your sweet shy smiles
and warm rosy kisses
lingering softly
on your lovely lips
beautiful,
leggi
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| Tell me about you,
what Autumn meant
to your eyes and about that foggy sky
which came down, like a curtain to the eye-
leggi
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| The wheel is turning and it won't stop
And the world keeps move
And I'm staring from a train
Seeing the same stations
Over and over again
And sometimes I still cry
When I hear your name
But there are things that are mine
And yours, and
leggi
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| I see them, the birds
buttoned to the wind
into the eyes the sky, the sea
from behind a kite
my thinking flight, wreathed
to my unaware land
of that much
I had not been
of my flowing step, restless seed
and in my depicted talking
I see
leggi
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| Running Running Running
and never stop;
Running across The world
changing every day.
Occasional love,
occasional friends
occasional houses.
Jumping from a country to another
just leaving Creations behind.
leggi
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I wish not for
caressing fingers
but for
glanging eyes
that gently touch me
with a smile...
the emotion
of an illusion...
(Traduzione)
Non desidero
dita che mi tocchino
ma occhi
che mi guardino
sfiorandomi
con un
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| The night breaths
on my neck
and I feel her sweet death's voice.
I love her, I love her mind
I love her solitude's good bye.
She's in silence
and open her big eyes
I want now to shiver of fear
I desire that she eat me
Because I hate
to
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| I have been
in your dream this night
drowning
into your spring
and into the eyelashes of day
I have loved
leggi
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WISHLESS (Desiderio di niente)
Up to my neck
in days of a damp
dirty mud
and drizzle
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laughless
speechless
idleness...
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feeling
like
a wet rag
hanging
on a rusty nail...
drips no more,
tearless...
(Traduzione)
Sono
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Go, My Heart, and give a new meaning to life,
Be brave and leave everything behind.
As a breath of wind my world flies
leggi
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easter is
love and peace!
we're plyng and traveling
in the world full of fleswers
wii screaming at world
easter is
love and peace!
leggi
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Shallow reader, how can you deny that?
The time to make up your mind is running out
and the Easter sunrise already laughs in your face.
Don't look at me as if I were a threat,
bad spirits wander talking about
the most gracious way to extinguish our
leggi
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| When
is silence to speak
and into the eyes there run seasons
when lights were running
and among images, there were
the
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| Now don't tell
keep your last word to the thought
so that you do not forget
that I have loved
and in that mouth
where
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On your lips a stifled smile
crystal drops blear your eyes
absent glance, meditative
a wounded bleeding
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THE WAY
My world in made of people:
distant, important and powerful,
fragile and miserable...
Every day
the same stage...
maybe different.
If I take off my mask
a new hand
will open
the case of my indifference.
But I'll stop...
After years
I
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Restless and puckish
in the courtyard
play the children,
apart a little girl
under an old walnut tree.
She looks
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It's dawn.
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The last dewdrops
slip between
petals and leaves
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to sweetly lie
on the ground
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and slowly
the sun rises...
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to embrace them
(traduzione)
AMORI ALL'ALBA
E' l'alba.
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Le ultime gocce
di
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Yesterday I stepped on the bus
and the driver had your eyes.
This is the final piece of evidence
that your folks are from here.
Ten years you've slept in my arms
and you still can't tell the colour of my eyes.
This is the continual
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My love for you started in bed
but it was not a red-
light district fling, rather it's been
a long affair of hearts umpteen,
a string of lovely pomegranates
(albeit of a few carates,
shelves all around and overhead,
and books - some read and some
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Look how the shiny orange leaves
tumble down to the floor,
carrot cake pieces that cavort
in the stomach! I ate my slice and more.
If hunting pink is red,
is a hunting pavillion
vermillion? As if I had qualms
about appropriating the verse in a
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Foreigners, as a rule
are circus people:
way too lonely to resist a silent siege,
way too noisy to assist one with silence.
But rules are broken,
and accents are spoken in:
so why not just applaud
and stay on to see what's next?
Next, is the
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Üdvözlet! Let's dive
into this language I did not
pick up yet (but give me five
days, and we'll rephrase this I bet),
this language you forgot.
I loved it from the word go,
from that radio
broadcast of Béla
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During the Napoleonic wars
Britain was isolated
from mainland Europe:
people became collectors
of seaweed and root vegetables,
and this tradition seems to have continued
well beyond the scope
of that need. Laver bread, sea kale, black
salsify are
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That of all people, you
should be impervious to the tale
of persistence and survival
told by the brass doorbells
(Middlemiss, Massie, McDonells)
and their old long forgotten mysteries!
Routines pass, last
less than their material supports,
which
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| I had a dream
you were here again
giving me your lovely words
promises of endless love.
It was so real.
It was
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| Dear Spirit of Moonlight,
I'm begging you again:
stop biting my soul
and enter in my pen...
Hear my song, Goddess
and
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Darkness of night
lays slowly down,
like a black cloak
spreads over land and sea.
Only stars dressing the sky...
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A little child was crying
beside his mother's body,
she was lying silently
she was staying dead.
He couldn't
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362 poesie pubblicate in Inglese. In questa pagina dal n° 271 al n° 300.
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