A Postscript for Marianne Moore No one exactly knows Exactly how the clouds look in the sky Or the shape of the mountains below them Or the direction in which fish swim. No one exactly … continua →
falso d'autoreround robin wrote 3 weeks ago: I walk the front lawn, pretending to be weeding. You ought to know I’m never weeding, on my kn … more →
inthemoodforbluemood wrote 3 weeks ago: I live the wrong life for the person I am. —Anne Sexton I am 36, fairly attractive, a mother, two … more →
round robin wrote 4 weeks ago: The great thing is not having a mind. Feelings: oh, I have those; they govern me. I have a lord in … more →
lunamareterra wrote 1 month ago: A Postscript for Marianne Moore No one exactly knows Exactly how the clouds look in t … more →
lunamareterra wrote 1 month ago: Dear Lorca, This is the last letter. The connection between us, which had been fading away with th … more →
lunamareterra wrote 1 month ago: Now when I walk around at lunchtime I have only two charms in my pocket an old Roman coin Mike Kan … more →
lunamareterra wrote 1 month ago: da : Asunder On the fire escape of your rented room we sat and felt the empty city sweat and fret … more →
lunamareterra wrote 2 months ago: Dear Lorca, Loneliness is necessary for pure poetry. When someone introduces into the poet’s life … more →
lunamareterra wrote 2 months ago: Dear Lorca, When you had finished a poem what did it want you do with it? Was it happy enough merely … more →
inpurissimoazzurro wrote 2 months ago: Sul blog letterario Flannery si parla della grande poetessa americana Emily Dickinson. Una poetessa … more →
round robin wrote 2 months ago: The porch swing hangs fixed in a morning sun that bleaches its gray slats, its flowered cushion whos … more →
round robin wrote 3 months ago: Slap of the screen door, flat knock of my grandmother’s boxy black shoes on the wooden stoop, … more →
lunamareterra wrote 3 months ago: da ” After Lorca”- 1957. Quante cose sono cambiate…o no? Dear Lorca, When I tra … more →
lunamareterra wrote 4 months ago: is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne or being sick to my … more →
round robin wrote 4 months ago: Heartworn happiness, fine line that winds among the tapestry’s old blacks and blues, bright hair bla … more →
lunamareterra wrote 4 months ago: Caro Jack, Delle tue poesie mi ha colpito in particolare la tua raccolta “After Lorca.” In essa af … more →
round robin wrote 4 months ago: Cold orates upon a Roman wall. Light is extreme (caught) and shadows wait like hoods to drop. Brain … more →
lunamareterra wrote 5 months ago: I am not a painter, I am a poet. Why? I think I would rather be a painter, but I am not. Well, for … more →
round robin wrote 6 months ago: Come forse qualcuno avrà notato è già da un po’ di tempo che qui, sul nostro blog, è apparsa u … more →