CONTEMPORARY POETRY
Posted on April 2, 2019 by magda
“Questa notte e tornata la pioggia…” / “This night the rain is back …”
Questa notte è tornata a trovarmi la pioggia.
Mi sveglia il suo canto sulle foglie del faggio
come lento lacrimare di donna che piange
un’inquietudine notturna che non so domare.
“Ed evoco memorie
di giorni lontani e persi
di una bimba solitaria
sul greto...
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Posted on March 30, 2019 by magda
Quelle come me…/ Those like me …/ Ceux comme moi…/ Cele ca mine…
Quelle che come me
che si truccano la bocca a sorriso
spesso hanno lacrime secche
agli angoli degli occhi, e ciglia
impastate da grumi di rimmel,
che cola in rivoli e va ad arginarsi
agli angoli dalla bocca ,mischiandosi
al sapore del rossetto con cui
si...
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Posted on March 29, 2019 by magda
Love / Iubire
You shudder
feeling disolved
only the wedding ring
heavy like the
wholly matrimony
vows
remains of you.
No begging
no mercy
only the shudder
and the consuming flame
to hurt.
I breake you
and search
until I find
the soul
then I take your shattered
being
piece by piece,
my lips are fingers,
I make you
whole again.
Mine.
………………………………
Iubire
Tremuri
simtind dizolvarea
doar verigheta
grea precum
juramintele
sfintei casatorii
mai ramane din tine.
Fara implorari
fara mila
doar tremurul
si flacara...
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Posted on March 28, 2019 by magda
La pazza…/ The mad
Sono io la pazza…
la furiosa dissennata,
quella che nascosta
dietro a un velo di normalità
vive e si nutre d’emozioni.
Sono io la cacciatrice
di sogni e di chimere
che per un pugno di parole
si lascia stropicciare il cuore.
Son sempre io
quella che nel silenzio
per soffocare l’urlo
che da dentro sale,
per confondere il dolore,
si chiude...
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Posted on March 21, 2019 by magda
Emptiness
It was like a shell
without a pearl
like a tree
without buds
like a womb
without a child
like a chest
without soul
like a throat
without sound
like a mouth
without words
like eyes
without light
like ears
without hearing
like fingers
without caresses
like lips
without kisses
like hair
without wind
like the foot
without ground
like the sea
without waves
like the earth
without the dead
like Heaven
without God.
Where? Where from? Where to?
Maria Magdalena
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Posted on March 1, 2019 by magda
First fig
My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends—
It gives a lovely light!
Edna St. Vincent Millay
……………………………………
Primul smochin
Lumanarea-mi va conteni;
In noapte n-o sa tina;
Dar ah, dusmani, si oh, prieteni –
Da o dulce lumina!
Vintage Print
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Posted on February 16, 2019 by magda
Keeping Things Whole / Pastrand lucrurile intregi
In a field
I am the absence
of field.
This is
always the case.
Wherever I am
I am what is missing.
When I walk
I part the air
and always
the air moves in
to fill the spaces
where my body’s been.
We all have reasons
for moving.
I move
to keep things whole.
Mark Strand
……………………………..
Pastrand lucrurile intregi
Intr-un spatiu
Eu sunt...
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Posted on February 13, 2019 by magda
The human “race”
Maybe that’s why it is called human race: we are racing each other to the top, we are running, always in a hurry, towards what? The final destination? We talk in a hurry, we shorten the words, we eat in a hurry, we sleep in a hurry, we...
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Posted on January 27, 2019 by magda
January snow
Vintage print
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Posted on January 17, 2019 by magda
January born
January
...
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