The green grass of Claemp

I’m so confused… I know that my English is very bad, yet I cannot stop to try it.

Well … I try again… and thanks to my friend Bonchance Longfall for his suggestions

Claemp, that day. Photo by JB, 2020

She drinks happily laughing the sunlight
under blue sky: the green grass of Claemp

Light imbues every clump, stem and leaf
so she shines: it’s the green grass of Claemp

Meadows sing Life and breeze is a caress
as a cuddle on green grass of Claemp

There’s a Beauty surrounded by mountains
she’s alive and she’s green grass of Claemp

Here I smile and again find the power
of the life in the green grass of Claemp

There is silence and peace and that fills
all my heart among green grass of Claemp

Here you are and God too watches us
while we sit on the green grass of Claemp

Claemp, Brenta Dolomites

August, 5th 2020

Italian version

Nature rarer uses yellow, by E. Dickinson

Pic from here

Emily Dickinson (1830–86).  Complete Poems.  1924.

Part two: Nature

XXXI

 

Nature rarer uses yellow
Than another hue;
Saves she all of that for sunsets,
Prodigal of blue,

Spending scarlet like a woman,
Yellow she affords
Only scantly and selectly,
Like a lover’s words.

 

Emily Dickinson

 

I like its colours, of course, yet also its music, made by a strange woman…

Nox Nocti Indicat Scientiam, by W.Habington

Pic from here

 

Nox Nocti Indicat Scientiam

 

1 When I survey the bright
2 Celestial sphere,
3 So rich with jewels hung, that night
4 Doth like an Ethiop bride appear,

5 My soul her wings doth spread
6 And heavenward flies,
7 Th’ Almighty’s mysteries to read
8 In the large volumes of the skies.

9 For the bright firmament
10 Shoots forth no flame
11 So silent, but is eloquent
12 In speaking the Creator’s name.

13 No unregarded star
14 Contracts its light
15 Into so small a character,
16 Remov’d far from our human sight,

17 But if we steadfast look,
18 We shall discern
19 In it, as in some holy book,
20 How man may heavenly knowledge learn.

21 It tells the conqueror
22 That far-stretch’d power
23 Which his proud dangers traffic for,
24 Is but the triumph of an hour.

25 That from the farthest north,
26 Some nation may
27 Yet undiscovered, issue forth
28 And o’er his new-got conquest sway.

29 Some nation yet shut in
30 With hills of ice
31 May be let out to scourge his sin
32 Till they shall equal him in vice.

33 And then they likewise shall
34 Their ruin have;
35 For as yourselves, your empires fall,
36 And every kingdom hath a grave.

37 Thus those celestial fires,
38 Though seeming mute,
39 The fallacy of our desires
40 And all the pride of life confute.

41 For they have watch’d since first
42 The world had birth;
43 And found sin in itself accurst,
44 And nothing permanent on earth.

 

by William Habington

 

Notes

1] The title is from Psalms xix.2: “night unto night sheweth knowledge.”

4] Cf. Romeo and Juliet I.v.48-49.

25-32] Cf. Jeremiah i.15.

 

I studied at high school when a tv program about science showed this poem.

When I read these beautiful words I feel again that emotion I felt first time I read them.

I completely agree with Mr. Habigton.

It’s so moving, indeed!

The Hedge

Judy in a dreaming wood spring, sl, today

 

Beyond hedge is a garden and further
things I already know and don’t know.
World is changing out there, far away
and we’re caged, a long way from Time

That hedge forces my view here but I
know a lot about shadows of woods,
about hidden things, like two-leaf squill
and wind flowers, pure white just now there

Beyond hedge which is edge to my place
there’s a garden and farther some woods
that I don’t see yet I see and know
how they are when awake from their sleep

A hedge is border to all my world
but there is further gardens and woods
and beyond, towards east and its dawn
where sun rises there is Easter light

 

April, 4th 2020

Italian version

A note

I usually hate any explaining note when I write, but this time I need to say something about the words I saw during last days, when I was together with my Love and my sons in a short holiday across south France and based at Montpellier.

My son led us to know some beautiful places rich in their nature and with gothic abbeys and cathedrals.

 

April, 22nd 2019.


April, 23rd 2019.

  • Lagrasse

  • Cathédrale de Narbonne

April, 24th 2019.

  • La Vacquerie-et-Saint-Martin-de-Castries

  • Laroque (Hérault)

April, 25th 2019.

  • Frontignan, Les Salines

 

April, 26th 2019.

  • Montpellier

April, 27th 2019.

 

With my next posts I’ll try to show, as I can do it, all sadness and all beauty we saw.

 

Italian version

A jackdaw

Mater Ecclesiae Abbey, on St.Giulio Island

 

A black jackdaw nests twigs
in that hole between stones
built as life and upright pinnacle
between world’s history and the eternal

Sober sisters are peace, joy and calm;
women, nuns and sweet hope
showing that life is possible, nice.
They’re the same holy spirit and song

Jackdaw is black and black is too the cape
of these so many mothers, that are
built as life and upright pinnacles
into history, yet in the eternal

 

St.Giulio Island, April, 7th 2019

 

Italian version

Sweep me

Sorry… I could not take a my photography, so I used this one, found here

 

You put gold in a so deep blue sky
tonight and bright red copper reflections
in the clean crystal of this new air
after a whole day of strong fast wind
 

Sweep me like mountain breeze on my face,
enter my twisted mind, hold up my
heart: it’s already tired and it sways.
Make me burn again as a new spark

October, 24th 2018

Italian version

Dawn is coming

Photo by JB, 2018

 

Dawn is coming, colouring pale rocks
on the Sfulmini as does on each mountain.
Up there glaciers are shining deep blue
and my mind is kidnapped away
 

I gaze at any peaks standing up
above soft cotton made by white clouds
I curl up in the cold sunrise light,
that’s all. I kneel and stammer prayers

 

Refuge Alimonta,
August, 9th 2018

 

Italian version

Blue light

Photo by J.B., 2018

 

Blue light, she is reflected by water:
dragonfly turns around and the pool
is her whole universe so contracted.
She doesn’t know about Dolomites, there

I too go around, trapped days
of the norm that dulls every sense,
where I lose both Your world and Your Beauty
and I waste all my life and its meaning

Malga Valchestria (Brenta Dolomites), August 4th, 2018

Italian version