Long Stile Poems

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 difficult task. 
I expect criticism.

When just the midway of my...

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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 where he met three beasts. 
Now he is going to...

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WHERE ?


POET- ANJALI DENANDI,MOM





we awake, never.
we are always sleeping.
ignorance means asleep.
wisdom means arising.
where are these ?
tell, please !
we are ever-sleepers..........
haa,haa,haa,we are very careful sleep-keepers.
can we change ?
are these not strange?
why are we not careful about...

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Gone her way home;
cast overcast;
time waylays prompts me,
child; do never; no-never forsake,
ever.


""She...
Momma wept,
Sissy's, tears worn, she-
went I died with her,
never more,
always will-be,
we, one-soul,
us;
"So defined - friends-you better bet... yes... !""


Day she died,
told mama, hers-then, readily...

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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 not the child
who seeks her private solitude
and climbs across the...

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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 on the stile in shadow 


(A new...

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The cottage has changed
And not only the cottage itself
For buildings exude more than just their fabric
They say something about their owners
About their occupants
About their time

When last I was here
The dwelling communicated a solitary inhabitant
In touch...

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Underneath the planting moon the pretender
to the throne wanders through the garden.
Perplexed in intellect, vexed by questions of
sin and salvation, he ponders the price of pardon.
Measuring mercy by his own capacities he feels
the heat of...

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2007
*
the country stile
hedged the wild flower meadow
where I sit awhile
*
shadows in the sky-
fluttering across my eye
a brown butterfly
*
on the wind,a bell-
muffled from across the square
raindrops fill the air
*
on the lawn
lily petals timeworn-
summer draws to its...

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Leprechaun?
...  

Deep in the forest, near the old Castle Clare
There rose such a chorus, of insect delight 
With frogs croaking alto, and crickets, in pairs
Soothing my ears in the cool midnight air

From the slate...

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Gal(l)actic 

What a dream girl woman I mean like all
the stars heaven and cosmos never to fall
orbits moons sun wind fire water and earth
never in light years a drought and no dearth

We danced our mobile...

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There is a common remedy for those who wish to sleep
They recommend to close your eyes and count imagined sheep
Just lie down and think of them lined up in single file 
And count them bouncing...

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The awful feeling tightens my vocal cords
that praised another god who never denied pleasures;
I abandoned faith and despised kindness:
it's time for God to show anger through ransacking,
taking away all favoritism and getting
a payback for disobedience...

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O my glorious rival in love,
For I fell in the cosmic river of yours. 
I flew in the rhythm of darkness within, 
For finding my light in glorious you. 

I played my flute for you...

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(none fiction)

Young and stupid old and wise.
I did my first piecing myself.
Young and stupid old and wise.
Followed by my second piecing from a dare.
My nose felt like it was on fire and that piercing took...

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Once upon a midsummer’s night,
I dreamed a dream of horses white,
of Billy goats and little fishes-
of dogs and cats and childhood wishes.
I dreamed of a dragon living by the sea,
and of the child I used...

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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 pond, is her second home
She'll while away these lonely hours
with...

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I wandered lonely as the moon
Across a field of drooping corn
Then all at once began to swoon;
My hope for romance was reborn.
Beside the stile, beneath the oak
Stood a rather handsome - looking bloke.

As sparkling as...

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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 the dew on virgin track
save leaping of a brook or...

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The ringing of the morning alarm,
Ends the nightly calm.
The bright rising sun,
Marks the beginning of the run.

The days starts with a frown,
Its time to work and drown.
Getting ready in a hurry,
On the mind so many...

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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 can't see me.

But when I saw him just last week,
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 can't see me.

But when I saw him just last week,
I...

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The armada sailed before my 
eyes, crispy autumn leaves in
the evening breeze. Into  the 
mist of the cooling pool, away
on a voyage of serenity
The watching reeds and sedge
wave farewell, the damsel and
the dragonflies in...

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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 teens gather, texting.
 
I venture down 
a chestnut lined road
under...

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In sand dune deserts, fresh fountains spring;
Delicate cactus dance in mangrove-lit streams;
Lush green leaves in breeze graciously swing,
And a poet stiches stars, on soft skin of beams.

In snow-frozen fields, merrily marigolds smile;
Sun prolongs his shift...

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