Category: Poems

WRITE FOR ME Write for me a love poem when the moon calls her maids to stud with shining pearls the dark dome Write for me a love

LAST WISH Inayat Attar   O wind, I begged you so often– and always you showed me your furious face. This is the last time I beg you:

ITHACA   to Germain Droogenbroodt The sun of Ithaca shines on me artificially, from another galaxy. Perhaps it is a white circle surrounded by light. Perhaps from the

  NOW Now the sentences do not fall anymore in my story. Now I speak, now I inhale myself, now I’m am in the world, now, that it

to say that your smile lights up the whole garden is of course an exaggeration but I did indeed see a flower bloom at your approach WILLIAM MARR,

I write in the evening the verses that at day fell into my heart. Poetry of people who walk the streets, poetry of the sailors and of prostitutes;

if it weren’t too late to sear with salt the uncountable days, so uselessly torn into pieces the fixed photo of the moment after, I could simulate this

    We photograph ourselves more and more often. We seem to be forever happy, always smiling, holding each other by the shoulders, we portray ourselves in impressive

Dear friends, dear readers, I just returned from Italy where I found refuge at my favourite Como Lake to write a few new poems and to launch my

AWAITING In your sleep, At the threshold of your dreams, I wait and gaze silently on your face As the morning star first appears at your window. In