Best Stile Poems

The difficult translation of first Canto of Divina Commedia is here completed
In the part published before, Dante imagined to find himself in a dark forest...

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Pale and fair, she will sit awhile 
She's a fragile lily, but not a child
who climbs across the wooden stile
to seek her private solitude

The willow...

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Spring 
ripples 
through luscious 
flowery plots.
Manoeuvring into a large cul-de-sac 
I climb a low stile only to find a
picturesque scene,
vast field of 
poppies
red.


10/10/2020
Double Tetractys 4...

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Waves crash the rocks in ecstasy
as I pass the archway 
to the sea.
Onwards to the village, 
busy cafes,
the aroma of coffee brewing,
as a power of...

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Take watercolour peach, lavender blue
a canvas morning sky, the clouds a frame,
gilt treetops harvest fire, leaves brightly hued
awakened now the arbor tips became.

Lone footprints in...

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Once in a while we both may smile
In ecstasy of love’s beguile
Pondering down memory lane
In delight of the loving game.

Do you feel flames of love...

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I wake up at the break of dawn
stretching, I stifle a huge yawn
then fumble for my coffee cup
at the break of dawn I wake up

I...

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A SIGHT FOR STRAW EYES

I have a little scarecrow friend,
To his eyes I must attend,
The straw is poking through you see,
So I see him, he...

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Spring 
ripples 
through luscious 
flowery plots.
Manoeuvring into a large cul-de-sac 
I climb a low stile only to find a
picturesque scene,
vast field of 
poppies
red.
...

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Dedicated, in loving memory, to Katie and Richard. 
Rest in peace my friends. 

Come gather here, 
Be at your ease,
To say this last goodbye. 
Not...

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Premise
The great poem by the italian poet Dante is the DIVINA COMMEDIA
I have tried to translate in english verses of INFERNO (HELL).
It was a very...

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Oh crushed the buttercups beneath our feet
Hand in hand to walk the sweet green meadow
To hear the lark and nightingale so sweet
Side by side, sit...

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A long line of waters
Deep in hearts of bathers
A lifeline of growth
Weep of salvation brought forth

Waters of life over a mile
Outrunning a thousand stile
Gifts of...

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The meadow was so sweet
Our stile where we sat our retreat
When her longing lips met those so willing of mine.
Yet a cloud of unconsciousness
Overcame reality,
The...

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Willow, Willow from 'Hamlet' by William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
(Painting By George Dunlap Leslie)


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Pale and fair, she gaily sits awhile, 
As if a lily, but...

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