Category: Poems

THE EYES ARE THE GATES The eyes are the gates of the mind; it is better to close them, now, to be careful,] now that the day advances

REINCARNATION If I do, return me back IF I do, return me back . . . shall I come back through the same gate shall I see the

Slowly branch by branch breaking out of the vapour the green of the pines *** A colourful bridge between heaven and earth a rainbow *** Dancing on water

A THOUGHT Between his eyes and her tears is always that suitcase, and the distance from so many trips to insight to the fire of poetry in a

TANGLE To deceive oneself to let you believe this tangled world would be in order I hear starving children weep I see soldiers dying I feel how the

  WRONG PATH They sell goods that you don’t need yet you buy they sing cacophonies you don’t like yet you listen too When will you listen to

I WILL WRITE FOR YOU… TO MARIA MIRAGLIA I will write for you a poem of love when in the evening grey an exhausted bird vainly seeks a

An all alone crow perched on a high leafless branch an autumn evening *** The whole blessed day long he was singing—for the lark, but not long enough

An all alone crow perched on a high leafless branch an autumn evening *** The whole blessed day long he was singing—for the lark, but not long enough

You Look for Yourself You look for yourself in joy Quickly it moves to its end Melancholy fades slowly You look for yourself find yourself in the word