THAT PLUM TREE There are jasmines in all these gardens. I remember that plum tree that blossomed In every breezy and clear spring. The plum tree that sheltered

WITH A CHILD’S EYES   I want to see the world with a child’s eyes, almond-shaped, clear, limpid, and innocent: a meadow where people and flowers grow, where

The Seed of Poetry     A poem is a small seed, a life that breathes while waiting for light. Where the eyes and the mind rest, it

Painting by Tyoma Wind of Solitude   What wind of solitude, cunning and strange, is gusting wildly through this little night? Why does it come, relentless, galloping on,

Painting by Rauf Janlbekov, Azerbaijan     AGAINST THE TIDE   Poetry seeks its path against the tide. It cannot change the path of man whose future is

Painting by Frans Minnaert, collection Ithaca Foundation   I Can’t Love You  I feel your beautiful heart, And I can sense all the romantic stars of the night,

Painting Biagio Fortini, Italy Genesis Every poem begins in the morning, with the sun. Even if the poem is not visible (that means rainy sky) the poem is

Photo Germain Droogenbroodt   12 February 1983 His age, a lot of wrinkles. He wasn’t always like that; he used to drink red wine; once he felt guilty,

Picture by Germain Droogenbroodt   Tale of a Faithful Wife When you winged to a distant land of blue mountains, I didn’t weep badly as faithful wives do,

With our best Wishes for the New Year Heaven’s Gate, Varenna, Como Lake, by Walfrido   A New Year Without War At the rim of the widening gyre