Lady, i will touch you with my mind.Touch you and touch and touchuntil you giveme suddenly a smile, shyly obscene (lady i willtouch you with my mind.) Touchyou, that is all, lightly and you utterly will becomewith infinite ease the poem which i do not write.(e.e. cummings) I think that the beauty of this poem… Read More e.e. cummings: Lady, i will touch you with my mind
may i feel said he(i’ll squeal said shejust once said he)it’s fun said she (may i touch said hehow much said shea lot said he)why not said she (let’s go said henot too far said shewhat’s too far said hewhere you are said she) may i stay said he(which way said shelike this said heif… Read More e.e. cummings: may i feel said he
TO VICTOR HUGO OF MY CROW PLUTO “Even when the bird is walking we know that it has wings.” — Victor Hugo by Marianne Moore Of: my crow Pluto, the true Plato, azzurro- negro green-blue rainbow, Victor Hugo, it is true we know that the crow “has wings” how- ever pigeon-toed inturned on grass. We do… Read More Marianne Moore and Italinglish(3)
“One writes because one has a burning desire to objectify what it is indispensable to one’s happiness to express.” “For me, a poem starts when a felicitious phrase springs to mind.” “I never plan a stanza. Words cluster like chromosomes, determining the procedure.” “Everything I have written is the result of reading or of interest… Read More Marianne Moore on Writing(2)
Marianne Moore, born on 15 November 1887, was an American modernist poet, whose work distilled moral and intellectual insights. Her language was always extraordinarily condensed and precise and often incorporated quotes from other sources into the text. Her first published poem, entitled “Poetry”, was printed in the periodical “Others” in 1919. From that point on,… Read More Marianne Moore: “Poetry”(1)
World Kindness Day is celebrated annually on 13th November.Let’s attempt to make the world a better place by promoting good deeds and acts of kindness. “Give” by Simon Armitage Of all the public places, dearto make a scene, I’ve chosen here. Of all the doorways in the worldto choose to sleep, I’ve chosen yours.I’m on… Read More World Kindness Day
11 November is Saint Martin’s day, also known as the Funeral of Saint Martin, because Saint Martin of Tours, who died on 8 November 397, was buried three days later. According to tradition, he cut his cloak in half to share with a beggar during a snowstorm, to save him from the cold harsh winter.In… Read More Estate di San Martino/Indian Summer
My lady can sleepUpon a handkerchiefOr if it be FallUpon a fallen leaf. I have seen the hunterskneel before her hemEven in her sleepShe turns away from them. The only gift they offerIs their abiding griefI pull out my pocketsFor a handkerchief or leaf. This poem belongs to the collection “The Spice-Box of Earth”, published… Read More “My Lady Can Sleep” (Leonard Cohen)
Ieri, 5 novembre 2020, è morto per Covid il poeta, scrittore, giornalista e politico ungherese Géza Szőcs, nato nel 1953 in Transilvania (nella minoranza etnica ungherese). Non lo conoscevo ma ne ho letto l’annuncio diramato dal prof Tomaso Kemeny, eminente poeta contemporaneo, che ho avuto la fortuna di conoscere perché è stato mio professore di… Read More Géza Szőcs
Canzone dell’uomo infedele Il mio uomo è uguale al Signoreil mio uomo è uguale agli dèise lui mi toccaio mi sento una donnae mi sento l’acqua che scorrenei lecci della vita. Il mio uomo è un purosangue che corrementre io cavallerizza da nullasto immobile a terra il mio uomo è una chitarra felicee io sono… Read More Alda Merini ➌
