Green grass grins

Thinking about past and frost winters...

 

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Photo by J.B., January, 2010

 

I remember past frost and dark winters
when I was a waste land without sun,
lover of the pale kiss of the fog
as emotion without body or soul

 

Green grass grins under snow waiting for
spring, then summer and light and so on
and the colours of lives and the flowers.
Even in the frost there’s living life

 

January,  31st 2016

 

Italian translation

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Maybe snow

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D.Buzzati, Spirits chasing each other in front of a face

W.H.Auden continued to obsess me with his poem “Another time”, with his words: It’s today in which we live.
Sunday I was chatting with my friend Red: she talked about the snow. My young friend Glitter too said something about the snow, but in her dark way. After, I knew that a my beautiful friend tried to kill herself.
In the next night I wrote this stuff.

 

Maybe snow will come on thoughts, at last
when my arms will be hard I, at least,
will be alone with my eyes full of mist
then I’ll watch to my life running fast

I’ll be old, I’ll be cold, then my mask
will no more justify any beast
Perhaps free I’ll be me, I’ll exist
yet my life to its end will be at last

I’ll see you, I’ll see Thou in the last
pulse of heart without blood. I’ll be least.
I’ll know all this my life as a beast
resurrect, I’ll find peace. I’ll die fast

November, 9th 2015

 

No snow fell

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No snow fell. Only frozen
butterflies, fluttering fantasies,
rarefied and white grains,
nor prelude nor gloss: nothing

Cankered by the nothing, this land
stands here naked, without any dew
in the sick winter ready to go,
without rhythm. I don’t know more myself

February, 3rd 2015

 

 

Italian version here

Nature pushes

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Nature pushes to explode spring today
this sun day after winter’s ice. Fog
born from wet clods now quick fades
again won by the warm light of life

Seek I sun, find I warm beyond shadows
of my black and white winter thoughts, dreams
risen up from the evil I deep
know in me:
need I Someone who takes me to be

 

14th March 2013

Will win winter

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Will win winter perhaps this my pale
life of nothing but myself exceeding
each my talents, my eyes to my belly,
my uneasy hands shake only the air
 

Is now winter till here, grey the sky
dirty snow on earth looses. I cold
feel my skin both my soul and this heart.
Easter wish I to be back alive
 

Stop my winter, delightful sweet love
be my spring toward Easter and truth
of a life story which runs to end
be my colours, the blue in my sky
 

Take off masks from my so tired face
show me, put me on my true own way
take my hands, force me to be myself
true that people to be whom I’m born
 

Will win winter, perhaps, if I cry
alone, justice and truth alone looking for.
Give me eyes, give me heart, fulfil me
I’ll fix my sight where you try to see

(Written for you and You in a strange, almost spring snowing day)

20th March 2013