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FIRST DAYS OF YET ANOTHER NEW YEAR (WITHOUT YOU)

di PoetaMatusèl

 

 

For my own blue-eyed Lisa

 

And now I can no longer like that sea
that envied you the colour of your eyes,
that jealous sea that would have liked
to be in my place, to keep you for itself.

For, everywhere I look, I see you eyes:
in patches of sky between the yellow
ginkgo biloba leaves, the last of winter;
among the fluffy clouds of early mornings;

below first hints of evenings far too early,
or over lightly-frosted sleeping grasses,
where not too high above the kestrel hovers,
having spotted tasty rewards for patience.

So I prefer to walk on beds of quiet rivers
that have never borne your tender steps,
nor should ever know of your existence.
Yet, even there, I clearly feel your presence!

 

 

 

PoetaMatusèl reads
FIRST DAYS OF YET ANOTHER NEW YEAR (WITHOUT YOU)

 

 

* LINK *Petrarch’s Sonnet XXXV – ‘Solo et pensoso i più deserti campi …’

 

 

 
 
 
 

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Prezioso Visitatore, che mi leggi: un breve commento, magari anche solo un saluto, scritto qui sotto, o un ‘Mi Piace’ cliccato, Ti costa solo un piccolo sforzo, però farà un GRANDE piacere a me, che lo trovo! Grazie. :O)

 

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HALLUCINATORY TELEPHONY

di PoetaMatusèl

 

 

I walk around this city,
now suddenly inhabited
by phones, instead of people.

I see them at street corners,
I see them at road ends;
I see them where they are,
and even where they’re not!

A drunk may dream of bottles,
but I see only telephones –
the bottles for themselves,
but phones my means to you!

 

 

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HALLUCINATORY TELEPHONY

 

 

* LINK * Joaquín Rodrigo, Concierto de Aranjuez – with Pepe Romero

 

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TO HELL WITH SILLY OLD SAYINGS!

di PoetaMatusèl

 

 

They say absence makes the heart grow fonder,
but I would rather say my heart is suffering,
not knowing if or when it may be feasible
for us to meet in flesh and bones, not ether.

They say that love – if true – is unrequited,
but I prefer the notion that you love me,
were it even for the shortest of all seasons.

They say the fire of love, once it is lit,
burns out inexorably, faster than a comet;
yet I choose to disregard silly old sayings,
and let your fire consume me with its flames,
incinerating the dark forests of my soul –

so that after you no Love may ever follow!

 

 

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TO HELL WITH SILLY OLD SAYINGS!

 

 

 

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