Sguardo di transito (Glancing through)

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Tuesday, September 9, 2008

A poem

Where are they going, then where… in the exhausted time, in the limit they are not aware of… or feign. And yet they are going and cook their food everyday, heat themselves when it is cold and hide when they are bombed. Yes, they are the most suitable. Should just that be the evil by the way? Perhaps... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, September 6, 2008

Contact

I am back friends and hope to be more present in line now. Harpo47 Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, August 19, 2008

A poem

A note. One of the poets i love most is Wallace Stevens. Alchemicana is a word i robbed to him, form Auroras of autumn. Everything will end in the vanishing of odours, of sounds, of the serching hand, of the eye that sees or thinks of... Everything will end in the crumbling of what has been... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, August 12, 2008

A poem

I greet you this evening, so festal, sadly among utterances assaulting me and dispersed words in such an astral absence, even happy of crying and of you alive in every word... but i did not want the chant it was you i wished, upright and alive, not a Muse, not a goddess. Ti saluto in questa sera... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, August 5, 2008

Holidays

Hi friends. I will be out for a short period of holidays. Thanks to everybody for reading and leaving comments. Harpo47 Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, August 3, 2008

A poem

Enveloped in the sunset i am looking at the junk: there it is always when i look at it, just in that point, like a boomerang with the corner turned to the west it shows of itself the sign a spring in the clear july... Always when i see it is a starting point, the feast of a beginning, the tight arch... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, August 2, 2008

A poem

A note. Ventana is a spanish word that Italians can understand easily. I left it in spanish becuase its meaning is window and I could not use it, and window-sill following. Alone and free in the dark room time is curling up: a key was opening late at night, in bed a smile just hung up to the face... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, July 30, 2008

A poem

Away from you will your greatness become unstrung, like a daughter arising by herself, poetry and language flying away from the breeding amphora. So you will be the container you did not want to be, the dried up source, the rib of you you were unaware... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, July 28, 2008

A poem

Love ending. Do not say it’s over, do hate on the contrary but do not say... let it to the time, the only one aware of the ferryman. Hide in your hand the coins, pick up every flower any action manqué, any theft, and when you have even got rid of hating but not of the tremor, not of the fury lock... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, July 25, 2008

Short poem

Aurora, radiance of earth rare glare of the deep night shaded wait and door. Aurora, splendore della terra riflesso tenue della notte profonda sfumata attesa e porta. Sign in to see full entry.

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About this Blog

Glancing through is the blog made by Franco Romanò, an Italian writer. On it are published essays of literary criticism, poems, a novel, sentences and other, always conneceted with literature. Some of the texts are both in Italian and English; some other only in Italian, but translation of texts of interest may be done on request.

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