Argomento: English poems

Roger McGough The Cure for Ageing

There is no cure for ageing Death may be incurable, but growing old is not an illness. And some are…

Mark Strand Breath

When you see them tell them I am still here, that I stand on one leg while the other one…

Wystan Hugh Auden 1 settembre 1939

Siedo in una delle bettole della Cinquantaduesima strada incerto e spaventato [...]

Edna St. Vincent Millay Childhood Is the Kingdom Where Nobody Dies

Childhood is not from birth to a certain age and at a certain age The child is grown, and puts…

Dorothy Parker Resumé (EN)

Razors pain you; Rivers are damp; Acids stain you; [...]

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…

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