Dear friends, dear readers, As several of our translators are having holidays in August, we will not mail ITHACA poems in August, but start again the usual mailing

Poetry Poetry crosses the earth alone, gives its voice to the pain of the world and asks for nothing not even words. It comes from far away, unexpected,

                                          Picture by Germain Droogenbroodt A LIGHT IN

Illustration by Zhao Lihong Once Once I was wandering on the road, my lone silhouette like a dry tree in the desert. Once I was gazing with fear

Painting by Martina Rick, Germany, www.studio-rick.de/impressum The Firmament The firmament in the darkness of the morning jumps to the eyes of the dark glittering in the morning. So

Picture by Germain Droogenbroodt, girl in Cambodian refugee camp   GIVE ME A BRIGAND’S VOICE, LORD Give me a brigand’s voice, Lord, and a lion’s pen on this

Detail, painting by J. Gardien, Belgium I carelessly take the shell… I carelessly take the shell of the dew, the breeze of the one I love as if

In memoriam, the Spanish poet Francisco Brines Francisco Brines, receiving at his home Elca, Oliva from the Spanish king and queen the Cervantes Prize, 12th May 2021 Elca

                                    Modigliani, Italy   Day and Night Like the wind passing through the leaves, so you pass through my mind. Like a bird sleeping in a tree, so

  The Atoms   Homage to Mme. Curie   To live is the most intimate thing in the world. It is to feel on your skin that caress