Argomento: English poems

Claudio Pozzani I am

I am the Apostle left out from the Last Supper, One of Garibaldi’s men too late to the rock of…

Wystan Hugh Auden O what is that sound

O what is that sound which so thrills the ear Down in the valley drumming, drumming? Only the scarlet soldiers,…

Adrienne Rich Dedications

I know you are reading this poem late, before leaving your office of the one intense yellow lamp-spot and the…

Leonard Cohen The flowers that I left in the ground

The flowers that I left in the ground, that I did not gather for you, today I bring them all…

Nâzım Hikmet Ran Angina pectoris [EN]

If half my heart is here, doctor, the other half is in China with the army flowing toward the Yellow…

Charles Bukowski journey to the end

there is this fellow in the Netherlands who sends me photos of Celine and boxes of marvelous cigars. well, I…

William Shakespeare Sonnet 71

No longer mourn for me when I am dead Then you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to…

John Keats Fill for me a brimming bowl

Fill for me a brimming bowl And in it let me drown my soul: But put therein some drug, designed…

Claudio Pozzani Shadow March

Ropes are falling from the sky and frozen chains dance round you It’s a world of knots to be unraveled…

Charles Bukowski The escape

escape from the black widow spider is a miracle as great as art. what a web she can weave slowly…

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