Tag: Inkroci 55/56
Rishi Dastidar – Come on abacus
Common sense-ism tells us
all this look at me energy,
this childish hope that we
might belong to somewhere,
someone, has to be expended
before we get given...
Willa Cather – Peter
“No, Antone, I have told thee many times, no, thou shalt not sell it until I am gone.”
“But I need money; what good is...
Alfredo Rienzi – Verbs surrender, omens do not say
Verbs surrender, omens do not say
These lines, they say
of nothing that happens,
they do not portray facts.
A few rare fossil verbs endure:
It stands, it waits,...
Ellen Bass – Indigo
Indigo, a poem that titles the latest Ellen Bass’s collection
Indigo is a poem that titles the latest book by Ellen Bass. The poem talks...
Alfredo Rienzi – Nigredo
Some mists descend to hide
the sides of valleys and glades,
along lanes and trails untraced
on the maps . To hide, or to be lost,...
Fiona Sampson – Two-Way Mirror: The Life of Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Elizabeth Barrett Browning: the poet’s self-creation
British poet and author Fiona Sampson opens her book Two-Way Mirror: The Life of Elizabeth Barrett Browning by describing...
Alfredo Rienzi – One goes back where one has already been
I went back to exploring life
- wrapped in the leopard’s golden mantle –
the perfect ring, the cycle of everything:
a lot has changed after...
Alfredo Rienzi
Alfredo Rienzi (Venosa, 1959), lives in Turin since 1963. Physician. In 1993 he published Contemplando segni, a poetic collection that won the X Montale...
Tatev Chakhian – Ode to the Translators
First, they translate your body,
then your poems,
finally, they depart on an accidental morning
leaving you unrecognizably naked
in front of your own words,
worried and helpless,
as a...
Sara Teasdale – There Will Come Soft Rains
There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And...
