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Poesie scelte di Allen Ginsberg | L’Altrove
Canzone Il peso del mondoè amore.Sotto il fardellodella solitudine,sotto il fardellodell’insoddisfazione il peso,il peso che trasportiamoè amore. Chi può negarlo?Nei sognisfiorail corpo,nel pensierocostruisceun miracolo,nell’immaginazionelanguefinché è diventatoumano…si affaccia dal cuoreardente di purezza –perché il…
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Poesie scelte di Edgar Allan Poe | L’Altrove
Il giorno più felice Il giorno più felice – l’ora più felicequesto mio inaridito cuore ha già conosciuto;ogni più alta speranza di trionfo e d’orgogliosento ch’è fuggita via. Trionfo? oh sì, così fantasticavo;ma…
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Appunti di poesia Marianne Moore | L’Altrove
La poesia Non piace neanche a me: ci sono coseassai più importanti di simili inezie.Comunque, leggendola con tranquillo disprezzo,uno scopre che in fin dei conti può esserci del genuino.Mani capaci di afferrare, occhi…
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“December 18th” – Anne Sexton | L’Altrove
December 18th Swift boomerang, come get!I am delicate. You’ve been gone.The losing has hurt me some, yetI must bend for you. See me arch. I’m turned on.My eyes are lawn-colored, my hair brunette.…
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“December 17th” – Anne Sexton | L’Altrove
December 17th Today I bought a Scotch Pine-O Tannenbaum- a Christmas tree,as green as a turtle, a forestof gum and resin and turpentine.My love, my louse, my absentee,alone in our place I was…
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“December 16th” – Anne Sexton | L’Altrove
December 16th Once upon a timeyou grew up in a bedroom the size of a dimeand shared it with your sister. That was West EndAvenue in Manhattan. Longing for country you were pennedinto…
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“December 15th” – Anne Sexton | L’Altrove
December 15th The day of the lonely drunkis here. No weather reports,no fox, no birds, no sweet chipmunks,no sofa game, no summer resorts. No whatever it was we had,no sky, no month- just…
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“December 14th” – Anne Sexton | L’Altrove
December 14th The migratory birdshave flown the coopbut they’ll be backwith their built-in compass.They’ll come back that waythe circus does each year-with aerialists, our angularbirds that loop the loop.Two years ago you boughtseats…
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“December 13th” – Anne Sexton | L’Altrove
December 13th Remember that day last Junein the month of the Long-Day-Beautythat is called Indians’ Wawe-Pesin?I tell you Summer came not one day too soonand surely the calendar did its dutyand we stayed…
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“December 12th” – Anne Sexton | L’Altrove
December 12th And what of me?I work each day in myleotards at the State Schoolwhere the retarded arelocked up with hospital techniques.Always I walk past the hydro-cephalic doorman on his stool,a five-year-old who…
