Long Piazza Poems

Dopo lunghe vicende della vita
Mi ritrovai seduto su un divano       
Con un telecomando fra le dita.
When my life struggles were to their end
I found myself sitting on a sofa
Holding...

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I stand inside a ballroom that stretches long before me,
it is a sitting room right now, formal chairs and setees,
tall windows stretch ceiling to floor, twice as tall as a man,
with velvet drapes sent from...

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(It was 1860 when the English poet Robert Browning
stumbled upon an interesting artefact as he walked
through the city of Florence.  It was a file of documents
from an old Italian criminal trial, and he would...

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I can still recall the look upon His face

Each thought still makes me go to that enchanting place

The vernal air was floral sweet and honey breezed

 We roamed along Venice's zigzagged lanes and cobbled streets

On...

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Prevarication permits pretend perception, presenting
piquantly piqued, pimply pimping playboy, plucky
pulchritudinous previously pusillanimous, prevalently
puckish, psychic packman, pokemon playing proletarian

puppeteer pygmy, peevishly punky, plummy, plumy,
pompously pushy, pampered, prefabricated pinchbeck,
pokily plying plowshear, plodding peregrination, pied
piper pitifully peppy pornographic...

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My Dream Vacation

                  To return once more to Italy where the forgotten places
     ...

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In early April the bus from Lecce
				unloads us at the fabled fish market.
				The place is shuttered down, not even
				the scent of chowders past lingering
				in the air. The only hint of June’s
				full fare is one slight...

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THE HOUSE OF LORDS

I am from The House of Lords
where men are great and women are whores.
	
I am travelling to the home front to inform
my country that war is to come.

Our rivals are jealous of...

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What is a square, a shape, container quadraphonics, a traditional rollerskate
What is an atrium, a fireplace, a closet
What is a boxing ring, a gymnasium, blackboard 
What are a checkerboard, deck cards, crossword puzzle, jigsaw puzzle,...

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“The place of cure of the soul.”

Millions, clasped beyond Minerva's hall,
While inquisitive and confident hard.
Headed down towards different thoughts;
To giant collections, questions, borders strange.

There stood content's house of three.
In front, moved in cylindrical copyrights,
In round...

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June the most beautiful month, delivered the most angelic Angels
                      ...

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AND PASSING INTO HOLY SOULSFROM AGE TO AGE
SHE PRODUCES FRIENDS OF GOD 
 PROPHETS
WISDOM 7:27

IF YOU GO TO MILAN in northern Italy
You probably head first to the Duomo
The massive Gothic Cathedral in the center
After you...

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Alone and waiting in a corner of the piazzA
I can feel my heart race and throB
The night is warm and the mood is romantiC
Sweet scents of flowers wafteD
In the evening breezE
I close my eyes and...

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Giant poet gem, Tagore’s story-poem: NISKRITI,
Is a piazza perched paved and perfectly paced beauty;
Scale model of a castle of vast poetic kingdom,
That has spread into an empire of Indian wisdom!

Manjulika is a dew-drop in the...

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Is it the fog or is it just the steam
That's rising from Italian coffee cups?
Today I wonder if the sunlight beam
Was ever cherished by the grownups.

The fog makes blurry things that once were clear
And make...

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They wait perfumed in fresh clothes,
The kids, at the top of the stairs;
We’ll be back by evening Auntie, says the mother,
C’mon or we’ll miss the corriera. 
They troop off down the stairs,
Cross a courtyard into...

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Some old wooden houses are deep,
they have porticos, piazza, loggia,
gables, and cupola.
There rooms are arboreal
they knot,
curl
and jut.

A memory rocks me gently
    in its timbered embrace.
I also have an interior
   ...

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Sweet titters hang as she dances 
Spinning and prancing down the stairs
Puddled footprints where she danced
In avarice as she eyes her dripping path
As mother grips her hand ever tighter
Awash with sadness I felt the protection
And...

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Chartreuse tassels hang quiet, still
Birds joyfully sing love's song
Roosters' melodies fill the hollow
Each greet spring gone so long

Charcoal clouds ruffled across blue
Cobalt could bring a shower
Wash golden forsythia's blooms
Loaded with blossom power

The still air loaded...

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