Best Il Poems

Il Pleut

It rains torrentially
after long drought and disorder;
it rains drenching the empathetic
scraggy soil of the heart
it rains moistening the rocks of anger
crags of revenge and cracks of depravity
it rains covering the jealous holes with purity
healing the undesirable crevices of the being
it pours incessantly to cover...

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The crime is snowed over, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s  Il neige sur le crime

Are we buried under snow holding our silence
in what immense Cimmerian (collision) of terror ?
The mouth kept open in the shriek of interminable shade 
lips held fast in the frozen depths
we...

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Il doce far niente - - -
the sweetness of doing nothing

That's my conviction
as I'm living

life as a Poet.
It feels as if

I'm doing something constructive
as I work on poems

Time passes so swiftly
It's like I'm

encompassed in a dream
while I go about

my daily ritual.
It's a sensation

of serenity, contentedness
that...

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East St. Louis, IL
City of Champs

A city with untapped potential and mountains of hope,
A people with great dreams, reaching forward
Looking for ways to manage and cope.
From the outside looking in, it doesn’t appear to be much
Enduring and standing through a lifetime of corruption,
Protected and sustained...

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OUT OF THE ORDINARY -il  sort de l'ordinaire
When dost my heart fall prey to agony?
Only when I recall what used to be
and only when my thoughts of you
come to my mind, just like they do
with ev'ry breath that swells inside of me.

Mon coeur! It...

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IL NE SUFFIT PAS  (IT IS NOT ENOUGH)


Il ne suffit pas de te pardonner.

     (It is not enough to forgive you)

Il ne suffit pas de me pardonner.

     (It is not enough to forgive me)

Parce que tu...

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c'est comme ça qu'il m'a dit

écris exactement 
comme je te conseille
haut et fort
clairement
que même le vent le comprenne
souffleur fou
qui dit la parole
quand il la dit
et laisse la terre livrée à elle-même
qu’elle tremble
en entendant tes paroles
c’est bon signe
que tu t’es fait obéir 



traducere de: Angela Mamier...

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At the River Bank 

And quiet flows the river
without a ripple or shiver
trees stand windless
not even a whiff in space
no leaf shakes, no sound;
fishes are sleeping 
sweating fishermen around
have lost all zeal
in the act of rowing
their boats stand still;
the water shines like a mirror
naked boy...

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Bright Lotus of the lily pad
Let it be known who fears the fall
You who all would uphold in slumber
Blind to a gaze refrained or stalled.
Amongst this lonely block of figures and sand
And thick, heated lines
You glide across water in whispers;
The divine scope of earthly kind.
You...

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In a moment, a lapse of anguish
Through the sanded markets that
The mind implored.
Dust coughed up
And crystallised silence;
Each moan and cry
Of every wrapped face
Became a whisper,
As blood might echo an unheard drip
Into a lake of cold concern.
I do not know how the street kings felt
For upon...

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Eyes are a beauty like no other,
Where your deepest sense shines like lustrous glass;
The perfect crystal structure,
A divine un-shattered over easeful stars.

Today I looked upon the light.

Today I woke from a heavy slumber
With memory much the same as dreams,
Blinds had been lifted,
And I draw my...

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Am Fenster die Katze
Voller Spannung zum Sprung bereit
Verfolgt sie den Vogel 

Vor dem geschlossenen Fenster
Ist aber die Welt noch in Ordnung

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The cat at the window
With bated breath for the jump 
She pursues the bird 

In front of the closed window
The world is yet in order

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El...

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My granddaughter loves me,

that's all I need to know.

I will  let  the toffs and profs

who came my way now  go.

For all their disparagement

why should I have the slightest care?

My granddaughter loves me

and everything is fair.

Then hark  my dear detractors,

and there are...

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aspirante suono escono abitare come violino, 
per aprire la crescente punteggio su par

con quelle che parla delicatamente, si trova

diretto dal piano di un parente prossimo.

 

essa sollecita più in pace mentre a dissipare,

la prua ha mosso da obiettivi si ritirano e avanzano

un elemento sorprendente ogni...

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The waning moon is like a shadow on my heart
Consumed by darkness ever since we’ve been apart
My soul is weak
My flesh it speaks
Desire flaming
Ever since we’ve been apart

So I am longing, for our tender moons return
Reunited, two hearts will burn

Without her, there is barren hunger,...

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