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    Long poems

    Vale

    That peerless love that was your gift to me,
    The wind of days has rent beyond repair,
    High burned the flame, strong was our destiny,
    As hand in hand we stood in unity
    Together there ;
    Orb that for us was single and entire,
    Our sun, its flaming splendour was our thought,
    The second sky of a divided fire,
    And double exile by division bought ;
    These scenes for you evoke ashes and dread,
    Places that you refuse to recognize
    And the enchanted star above our head
    That lit the perilous moment our embracing shed,
    Gone from your eyes…..
    The future days on which your hopes depend
    Are less immediate than what’s left behind;
    Take what you have, each harvest has an end,
    You’ll not be drunk however much you spend
    On scattered wine.
    I have retrieved those wild celestial days,
    The vanished paradise where anguish was desire ;
    What we were once revives in unexpected ways,
    It is my flesh and blood and will, after death’s blaze,
    Be my attire ;
    Your name acts like a spell, lost bliss I knew,
    Takes shape, becomes my heart; I live again
    That golden era memory makes new,
    That peerless love that I once gave to you,
    And lived in pain.

    Catherine Pozzi
    Non avere mai paura di essere un papavero in un campo di giunchiglie.


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    Ave

    Love of my life, my fear is I may die
    Not knowing who you are or whence you came,
    Within what world you lived, beneath what sky,
    What age or time forged your identity,
    Love beyond blame,
    Love of my life, outstripping memory,
    O fire without a hearth lighting my days,
    At fate’s command you wrote my history,
    By night your glory showed itself to me,
    My resting-place…
    When all I seem to be falls in decay,
    Divided infinitesimally
    An infinite number of times, all I survey
    Is lost, and the apparel of today
    Is stripped from me,
    Broken by life into a thousand shreds,
    A thousand disconnected moments — swirl
    Of ashes that the pitiless wind outspreads,
    You will remake from what my spirit sheds
    A single pearl.
    Yes, from the shattered debris of my days,
    You will remake a shape for me, remake a name,
    A living unity transcending time and space,
    Heart of my spirit, centre of life’s maze,
    Love beyond blame.

    Catherine Pozzi
    Non avere mai paura di essere un papavero in un campo di giunchiglie.


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    Maya

    Descending layer by layer the silt of centuries,
    Each desperate moment always takes me back to you,
    Country of sun-drenched temples and Atlantic seas,
    Legends come true.
    Soul ! word adored by me, by destiny made black,
    What is it but the body when the flame has fled ?
    O time, stand still ! O tightened weft of life, grow slack !
    A child again, the trail toward the dark I tread.
    Birds mass, confront the sea-wind blowing from the West,
    Fly, happiness, towards the summer-time of long ago,
    The final bank once gained, all is by sleep possessed,
    Song, monarch, rocks, the ancient tree cradled below,
    Stars that from old my original face have blessed,
    A sun all on its own and crowned with perfect rest.

    Catherine Pozzi
    Non avere mai paura di essere un papavero in un campo di giunchiglie.


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    Nova

    Far in the future is a world that knows not me,
    It has not taken shape beneath the present sky,
    Its space and time not ours, its customs all awry,
    Point in the lifespan of the very star I flee,
    There you will live, my glory and my ruin — I
    Will live in you, my blood your heart will fructify,
    Your breathing, eyesight, mine, while everything of me
    That is terrestrial will be lost, and lost eternally !
    Image that I pursue, forestall what is to be !
    (Acts I once cherished, you have wrought this agony)
    Undo, unmake yourself, dissolve, refuse to be,
    Denounce what was desired but not chosen by me.
    Let me not see this day, fruit of insanity,
    I am not done — let fall the spool of destiny !

    Catherine Pozzi
    Non avere mai paura di essere un papavero in un campo di giunchiglie.


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    Scopolamine

    The wine that courses through my vein
    Has drowned my heart and in its train
    I navigate the endless blueI am a ship without a crew
    Forgetfulness descends like rain.
    I am a just discovered star
    That floats across the empyrean —
    How new and strange its contours are!
    O voyage taken to the sunAn unfamiliar yet persistent hum
    The background to my night’s become.
    My heart has left my life behind,
    The world of Shape and Form I’ve crossed,
    I am saved I am lostInto the unknown am tossed,
    A name without a past to find.

    Catherine Pozzi
    Non avere mai paura di essere un papavero in un campo di giunchiglie.


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    Nyx

    O you my nights O long-awaited dark
    O noble land O secrets that endure
    O lingering glances lightning-broken space
    O flights approved beyond shut skies
    O deep desire amazement spread abroad
    O splendid journey of the spellstruck mind
    O worst mishap O grace descended from above
    O open door through which not one has passed
    I know not why I sink, expire
    Before the eternal place is mine
    I know not who made me his prey
    Nor who it was made me his love

    Catherine Pozzi
    Non avere mai paura di essere un papavero in un campo di giunchiglie.


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    The Genius Of The Crowd

    there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average
    human being to supply any given army on any given day

    and the best at murder are those who preach against it
    and the best at hate are those who preach love
    and the best at war finally are those who preach peace

    those who preach god, need god
    those who preach peace do not have peace
    those who preach peace do not have love

    beware the preachers
    beware the knowers
    beware those who are always reading books
    beware those who either detest poverty
    or are proud of it
    beware those quick to praise
    for they need praise in return
    beware those who are quick to censor
    they are afraid of what they do not know
    beware those who seek constant crowds for
    they are nothing alone
    beware the average man the average woman
    beware their love, their love is average
    seeks average

    but there is genius in their hatred
    there is enough genius in their hatred to kill you
    to kill anybody
    not wanting solitude
    not understanding solitude
    they will attempt to destroy anything
    that differs from their own
    not being able to create art
    they will not understand art
    they will consider their failure as creators
    only as a failure of the world
    not being able to love fully
    they will believe your love incomplete
    and then they will hate you
    and their hatred will be perfect

    like a shining diamond
    like a knife
    like a mountain
    like a tiger
    like hemlock

    their finest art

    (Charles Bukowski)
    Due cose mi hanno sempre sorpreso: l'intelligenza degli animali e la bestialità degli uomini. Bertrand Russell

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