Sguardo di transito (Glancing through)

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Friday, December 14, 2007

The stage and the death: second part.

CHORUS: "We don't know whether from eyes is coming, or the voice to echo, but it seems is shelling a clotted cry." "There, at the bottom, there is a blot, as if… and the voice, your voice dissipates other ones voices how sounds the life i gave you answear to me, i beg you, answear to me… Is it... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, December 13, 2007

The stage and the death: first part

The stage and the death. A note. This is another very long poem, so I behave as usual: i publish it in many parts only in English and the, at the end, the whole poem with the original in Italian. The dramatic monologue of Robert Browning has always captured me, since i was a university student.... Sign in to see full entry.

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Dear all back to Milan finally. The Exhibition was very tiring. Harpo47 Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, December 11, 2007

A poem

A note. The Italian DONDOLARE AND ALTALENANTE are very different as a sound but in English they are both SWING. Planned dream. Swinging at the summer wind on the commonplace persian sign, a swinging bark, a river of milk i found again... You are still on that sounding-depth, hiding water to the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, December 10, 2007

A poem

Third picture. Interdicted duties, arms stretched out Elementary returns the fortune, clothes made to measure, faults, your bodies torn to pieces, …………………….. You attuned the lyre of mere spite, and wore the silk... a drunkard led the tiller to another direction, the ship ploughed through the waters,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, December 8, 2007

A poem

Second picture. These rags will expand elsewhere in another form the flowers… the shrubs are sprouting and the windows welcome scents... one year passed, many motions around the suns regular their orbists with tiny infinitesimal swerves... Secondo quadro. Quei brandelli dilatarono altrove in altra... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, December 7, 2007

A poem

Dear all, i am very busy these days at the yearly Fiera del Libro (Book Exhibition in Rome) where there is the magazine I publish with Azimut publishers. Thus, only very short poems! THREE PICTURES. First picture. There are obscure points, to do our homeworks: to decide what is important is not... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, December 5, 2007

The ballad of skeletons: the whole text with the original in Italian

The ballad of skeletons. I haven't published again the note to this text; if you want to read it, you find the text as an introduction to the third part previously published. You are an empty wrapper: the plots cheat you in geometries of intentions and like puppets escaped from a womb they mix... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, December 4, 2007

The ballad of skeletons: final part

In the cracked mirror one by one passed all the faces; i recognized myself in the cut... In the cellars demolished by the scrapers there were still bottles of the good crops fogotten there for lacking of chances: i had to verify that there is a limit to the goodnes of what is ancient and to... Sign in to see full entry.

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The ballad of skeletons

The ballad of skeletons. A note. This is another long poem, so I will behave as previously. I divide it into short parts and then i publish it completely with the original in Italian. To favour reading i publish again the firs part (already published) and the second. In the last part of this first... Sign in to see full entry.

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Glancing through is the blog made by Franco Romanò, an Italian writer. On it are published essays of literary criticism, poems, a novel, sentences and other, always conneceted with literature. Some of the texts are both in Italian and English; some other only in Italian, but translation of texts of interest may be done on request.

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