The Poet

William Ellery Channing (who was born on 10 June 1818 and died in1901) was an American transcendentalist poet and nephew of the Unitarian preacher Dr. William Ellery Channing (see here)He was one of the youngest and most active contributors to the transcendentalist magazine “The Dial”, in which he published about sixty poems and prose articles,… Read More The Poet

La vita è tornata

Facendo una passeggiata ieri sono passata davanti a una casa da tempo abbandonata e l’ho vista ricoperta di glicine. E’ stata una sorpresa fantastica, una celebrazione della vita Torna la vitae canta là dov’un dìparea perduta I was walking yesterday when I went past a long-abandoned house. I saw it was covered with wisteria and… Read More La vita è tornata

Thomas More/2

St. Thomas More’s Prayer for Good Humor Grant me oh Lord, good digestion,and also something to digest. Grant me a healthy body, andthe necessary good humour to maintain it. Grant me a simple soul that knowsto treasure all that is goodand that doesn’t frighten easily at the sight of evil,but rather finds the means to… Read More Thomas More/2

San Martino

Oggi, 11 novembre si celebra la festa di San Martino, il soldato dell’impero romano che, durante una ronda notturna nell’inverno del 335 divise il suo mantello con un povero seminudo, una ricorrenza spesso legata anche alla prima spillatura del vino novello. San Martino La nebbia a gl’irti collipiovigginando sale,e sotto il maestraleurla e biancheggia il… Read More San Martino


American poet Ella Wheeler Wilcox was born on 5 November 1850 Her best-known work was “Solitude”, famous for its opening lines:Laugh, and the world laughs with you;Weep, and you weep alone. These lines have often been ridiculed but even her detractors have to admit that ‘Solitude’ remains successful as a piece of poetry about loneliness.… Read More Solitude


HAPIf but some vengeful god would call to meFrom up the sky, and laugh: ” Thou suffering thing,Know that thy sorrow is my ecstasy,That thy love’s loss is my hate’s profiting!” Then would I bear it, clench myself, and die,Steeled by the sense of ire unmerited;Half-eased in that a Powerfuller than IHad willed and meted… Read More Hap

The End Of May

How the wind howls this mornAbout the end of May,And drives June on apaceTo mock the world forlornAnd the world-s joy passed awayAnd my unlonged-for face!The world-s joy passed away;For no more may I deemThat any folk are gladTo see the dawn of daySunder the tangled dreamWherein no grief they had.Ah, through the tangled dreamWhere… Read More The End Of May