Long Verdi Poems

Italian version. (continued from first part)
Tale è l’orror  che assale la mia mente
Di quanto ho visto e rivissuto prima
Da ridurla al silenzio più opprimente.
Pian piano poi risal verso la cima
Creando ancora immagini e illusioni
Senza...

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When we pleasantly stroll down
the streets or boulevards
of any historical city or town,
we  stops pensively and reflect deeply
by the magnificent monuments erected for the great;
and reading the engraved words,
we are astonished by the accomplishments
of...

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"The Periwinkle Time"



Blues crushed prepossessing Violet
Lavender starbursts 
sharp as diamonds
undressed, a soul preys 
with black as crow feathered lashes
that rim the open mirrors 

There in the Pierian Reviviscence of Periwinkle
within each twin reflection 
auroral Jade...

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Having been born in legendary Italy,a country
as old as the stones of the Via Appia,
made me recall the fiery image of Attila...
the barbarian from Hungary,
who dared to defeat the mighty Romans: 
by sacking their imperial...

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The end of Autumn is still mild
and the majestic Mounts of Partenio
have no trace of snow; lovely Baiano
at its foot is tamed, not wild.

One can spot, looking up with delight,
different colors of lilacs and roses,
lulled...

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Today’s Weather Forecast???
Written: by Tom Wright
1/30/2013 

Wednesday’s rain was in a shrouded sheet,
With puddles moving toward the ditches;
But Thursdays forecast brings no repeat,
Oklahoma weather leaves me in stitches.

Thursday starts cloudy but turns to sunny,
With northwest...

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Born in New York of Italian descent,
From my childhood and beyond through the years,
Deep in my soul live the sounds of lament—
The drama of romance, fear, death and tears.

The power, the movements, fill up my...

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It's the most famous of all musical instruments,
with shining black and white keys
that make beautiful sounds 
to delight the composers' minds.


Many famous composers played it beautifully
in opera houses, schools and churches...
large audiences listened and admired...

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The work I do is not the most prestigious one,
from four to twelve thirty I drive...until my shift is done;
a forklift driver rarely takes a coffee-break, 
and being courteous and helpful to customers means a...

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Wednesday's rain was in a shrouded sheet,
With puddles moving toward the ditches;
But Thursday's forecast brought no repeat,
Oklahoma weather leaves me in stitches.

Thursday starts cloudy but turns to sunny,
With northwest winds and gusts to thirty;
Weather changes...

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Land of Dante, Michelangelo, Vivaldi, Verdi, Vanvitelli and da Vinci;  
there Julius Caesar spoke these victorious words," Vedi, vidi, vici."
From the majestic snow-capped Alps to the sun-scorched Sicily,
one is astonished by the sea and...

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Born in New York of Italian descent-
from childhood on- lasting still all these years,
Deep in my soul live the sounds of lament-
The drama of romance, fear, death, and tears.

The power, the movements, fill up my...

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"2:43AM: MONDAY"


there’s nothing to see here.
move it along.
last night I cried but no one 
heard it.
I walked into my living room, 
opened my record player and 
played Verdi. 
I was considering suicide. 
I played it...

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"The Clementine" 

for the plucking,
the Clementine
leaves were fresher back then
the light glistened stronger
each segment a morsel 
a revision slow and deliberate
transcribed by Jerome
gates to be opened
and consumed 
in latin passages 
verdi vulgate ancient fruit
before the...

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Unsatisfied with this history lesson
turn for the worse
stuck on the skyway again
with recurring dreams
of a shaggy three-headed orchestra
do you remember?
from whose foaming mania
we deciphered regal symphonies
and ghost written autobiographies
while lamenting the inevitable fall
of those sonic...

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A radio aired an awful auld aria,
Astounding all my aged aural edifices 
In eerie aura of araucaria trees
Aching angrily in a loud typhonic breeze.

My brain wanted to burrow to escape the pain
Of sounds as a...

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What better than a summer afternoon?
Where else, but on the trail to La Toscana?
Who is it mounts a mens that's not more sana,
devouring a voluptuous Verdi tune?
Which month might one elect, which isn't June?
I'll pass...

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Limerick croisés : Once our Senorita from Sevilla – 11

Once our Senorita from Sevilla
Shed tears for Don Carlo in Opera
Touched by Verdi in heart
Present in Phillip’s Court
She could give her life for Isabella !

Oh !...

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