poetry

poetry is alive when the soul is dying.

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Anonimo ha detto…
poetry is always alive because the beautiful souls that create it never die
rafmessy ha detto…
thanks for making it clearer to me; now it sounds more optimistic, more romantic. I will read your next comments with true pleasure.
Anonimo ha detto…
I’m glad you appreciated my comment. I want to add that when I wrote it I was not just making a general statement, I was referring to a special poet, who unveiled his beautiful soul in poems such as “Leggere”, “Il Bacio”, “Sommersa Lettura”.

To this beautiful soul:

As I Sit Writing Here
by Walt Whitman

As I sit writing here, sick and grown old,
Not my least burden is that dulness of the years, querilities,
Ungracious glooms, aches, lethargy, constipation, whimpering ennui,
May filter in my dally songs.
rafmessy ha detto…
thanks a lot, Roxella, you always shed new light on my poetical world with your sweet words.

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