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Donna Fleischer ∞ two poems in Solitary Plover issue 27 Winter 2018


my furious heart


the crow
first to rise, its
silent aubade

o dark,
dark nature

of light


Donna Fleischer

Solitary Plover Issue 27 Winter 2018


Karl Jenkins- In These Stones Horizons Sing – Agorawd Part 1: Can yr Alltud – YouTube

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the body is a sacred place
because it bursts with life and lasts



in between clouds and
the moon ideas
drift . . .



the loved one won’t go to the Night
Palace where women and wine
are waiting


from Etel Adnan – At Two in the Afternoon (tr. Sarah Riggs)

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Three Poems by Vittoria repetto – EOAGH

a poem of thanks

in my 20’s,
coming home
3am from the dyke bar
i climb the stairs up from dekalb station.
a monarch butterfly flutters on the stair lights;
lost from its course.
thinking someone might hurt it,
i wait ‘til it closes
its wings together,
softly grab the paired wings
wait for it to relax its legs;
once taught to me
when i was a kid
by the old italian guy
who grew morning glories
next to the bocce court on leroy.
i cup the monarch in my hands like a prayer.
out on the street,
3 young guys
coming from where i need to go
hey dyke!
where you going, dyke!
i figure i’m in trouble
then i remember
i still have the butterfly
and need it let it go.
i turn,
face my future beaters,
lift buddhist prayer hands to my face,
open and push the butterfly away.
it flies towards their faces.
the 3 guys duck,
confused and startled.
as the monarch goes safely to its course,
i too
go safely home.



poems by Vittoria reperto at EOAGH

“La poesia è un ologramma del mondo” – Shuntaro Tanikawa: ‘Letters’ e poesie – vengodalmare


Video Lettera n.6

Before We Were Born

When you were yet unborn
and I was yet unborn,
we smelled together the scent of the air
when lightning sliced the cloudy sky.
And I realized that
some day suddenly we would meet
on an ordinary street corner here on Earth.

Shuntaro Tanikawa

from “La poesia è un ologramma del mondo” – Shuntaro Tanikawa: ‘Letters’ e poesie

Source: “La poesia è un ologramma del mondo” – Shuntaro Tanikawa: ‘Letters’ e poesie – vengodalmare

Pictures of Elk | Boston Review


Pictures of Elk
Noelle Kocot

Source: Pictures of Elk | Boston Review

Fernando Pessoa: Alberto Caeiro: The Keeper of Flocks

from The Keeper of Flocks

by Alberto Caeiro da Silva

from I

* * *

I don’t have ambitions or desires.
Being a poet isn’t my ambition,
It’s my way of being alone.

* * *


When I look, I see clear as a sunflower.
I’m always walking the roads
Looking right and left,
And sometimes looking behind…
And what I see every second
Is something I’ve never seen before,
And I know how to do this very well…
I know how to have the essential astonishment
That a child would have if it could really see
It was being born when it was being born…
I feel myself being born in each moment,
In the eternal newness of the world…

I believe in the world like I believe in a marigold,
Because I see it. But I don’t think about it
Because to think is to not understand…
The world wasn’t made for us to think about
(To think is to be sick in the eyes)
But for us to see and agree with…

I don’t have a philosophy: I have senses…
If I talk about Nature, it’s not because I know what it is,
But because I love it, and that’s why I love it,
Because when you love you never know what you love,
Or why you love, or what love is…

Loving is eternal innocence,
And the only innocence is not thinking…


Live, you say, in the present;
Live only in the present.

But I don’t want the present, I want reality;
I want things that exist, not time that measures them.

What is the present?
It’s something relative to the past and the future.
It’s a thing that exists in virtue of other things existing.
I only want reality, things without the present.

I don’t want to include time in my scheme.
I don’t want to think about things as present; I want to think of them as things.
I don’t want to separate them from themselves, treating them as present.

I shouldn’t even treat them as real.
I should treat them as nothing.

I should see them, only see them;
See them till I can’t think about them.

See them without time, without space,
To see, dispensing with everything but what you see.
And this is the science of seeing, which isn’t a science.



I went out very early in the morning today
Because I woke up even earlier
And there was nothing I wanted to do…

I didn’t know which road to take
But the wind rose strong, sweeping up from one side,
And I followed the road where the wind pushed at my back.

That’s how my life has always been, and
That’s how I’d like to be able to have it always be —
I go where the wind leads me
And don’t feel like thinking.



The Last Poem
(dictated on the day of his death)

It may be the last day of my life.
I saluted the sun by raising my right hand,
But I didn’t really salute it or even say good-bye to it.
I showed it that I’ve liked seeing it before. Nothing else.


Alberto Caeiro Blogspot