Sguardo di transito (Glancing through)

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Sunday, November 18, 2007

Poem the end: second part

"I have not made any pact with the devil… what does it serve then… an agreement with the duble." "Perhaps you need only to wait; the inside will burst as a night flower, dissipated pollen will clot to eyes our upside down glances will recognize in the scars of useles martyrdoms, the arc of smiles…... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, November 17, 2007

Poem and other

Dear friends I am translating a quite long poem; so I prefere to publish it step by step, although there isn't such a division in Italian. For this reason I will publish the original text in Italian when it is finished in English. The end. A note. Sometimes teenagers discuss and fancy without any... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, November 15, 2007

A poem

Fifth enigma. Scratched windows by irons denied airs… ………………………… From the schooldesk the words fly and smash… syllables come at the lace-pillow of the old laces but your arabesque does not grasp freedom… …………….. Of common signs are made the tangles but the thread that your fingers spin is an... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, November 13, 2007

A poem

Lerami. A note. LERAMI is a place that does not exist; the name is a combination of places and of a sound that reminds to something which is passed by and a little kitsch. And then we went to Lerami in summer glamorous of dreams and chimaeras. Among plastic made small umbrellas, Tyrolese flowers, we... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, November 12, 2007

A poem

The guest. A note. In Italian the word OSPITE means both guest and host. In this case it is guest. In Italian the word ESERCITI and ESERCIZI are very close to each other for what concerns sound; it is really impossible to reproduce this in English. And then, in the middle of an evening, your god... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, November 11, 2007

Comments

It is very important for a poet to have comments like yours. In my case3, then the translation (which is always a problem) is more serious because I am not an English mother tongue. In this last poem for instance the net of rhymes is compkeltely lost and the rythm itself suffers from this. Anyway... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, November 10, 2007

A poem

Fourth enigma. To the untouched hybrid you presented a word… to it you entrusted who was born removed from the caress of a hand. The body, your mocked name drove you to silence?But so you left to the water of the pond the unnamed mortal remains of Narcissus. Quarto enigma. All'ibrido non toccato... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, November 9, 2007

A poem

Third enigma. The casual plot of annals Was throwing at your feet in the crossroads, that body made of dawn and agony. Even his shoulders were bent For ancient suffering: the suit was large, the suit of a Jew and a Hamite. You rested on him the gaze of a mother who gives the name and the gap was... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, November 8, 2007

A poem

Second enigma. A note. Among paesants living north of Milan, like everywhere in coutryside probably, the way of dressing had symbolic meanings and not only concrete. A certain type of dress for women meant that they were adult and no more young and to be adult meant also to have responsabilities.... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, November 7, 2007

Poem

First enigma. Together they shine: the dress risen to my glance, the skirt boundless and red with black pois like a spot of poppies in the lawn. Who knows…were you a dream or the root of a splitted ego? Primo enigma. Risplendono insieme: la veste alzata al mio sguardo, la gonna smisurata e rossa a... 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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