*** Where does she begin and end? She descends from above the clouds, Seeps from the hidden glacier, Born near the sky’s surface, In the snow-capped triangle - My eye…
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*** Titled ‘Branches’. It makes you look and look some more. A jungle of signs, A line path of cranes over the sky sucks my eye, In the twists of the trees, in the stormy…
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*** My love for the countryside in the fall, The smell of the soil, Van Gogh of sea-buckthorns, Rodin of the sky, The air “of thoughts”, Unhurried walks towards the…
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*** I have attended the concert of your lips, I am sure I know of no agony comparable To sensing of this opera. The “bogatyrs” they are, Are chivalrous, Are…
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*** I awaited a word from the water. It came not. Well, then what? I searched for a thought and asked fish; They knew no more than me. Well, then…
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Publishing news The poem “The poet outlives the tzar” accompanied by Sara Maino’s painting “Porta di Agh” is published in MAINTENANT 17: A Journal of Contemporary Dada Writing and Art, edited by Peter…
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*** November day is Azo Orange, If you observe it Leaning on the windowsill Where ripe mandarins lie. A girl is passing to the skating ring - A clementine, So gorgeous…
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Marching from sea to sea One with the body of a Roman, With the mind of a Greek, With the soul of the Orient, Through always the same labyrinth of…
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*** You are my hometown of forgetfulness, of healing, Made for ЛЮБОВЬ , I woke to find you swathed in la nebbia, ТЫ НЕБО ! The sense of gravity pops…
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*** Woken up by the white the white, By impatience of heart to melt, The sky was empty this night, Without the stars has been left. The sky didn’t sleep…
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