- FEBRUARY 2018 -
THE POEM
Murmur and a pearl
by Joseph Tusiani
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A moment was a murmur and a pearl,
and do not tell me that it was the sea
suddenly friendly with the morning ray.
It was perhaps a dream bound to be mine
past every land and every other dream.
A dream it was, for all my thoughts at once
with the remembrance of all eagles seen
anticipated the new happy sun.
And it was then I felt I was the light
somewhere illuminating another land
and somewhere making a new ocean sing.
Deserted by the earth, I was the earth
and with no music left I was the song,
when roots and trunk and leaves and future blooms
had blended into timelessness of white
and all about and in me was a moment –
a moment was a murmur and a pearl.
From Ninety poems (2012)
© Baroque Press, New York
Porto Badisco (Otranto). Photo Archivio Fotogramma
My Salento - by Maria Felicita Cordella
Greetings from Punta Meliso - by Lino Angiuli
The tired woman dreamer - by Adeodato Piazza Nicolai
Greetings from Castro - by Lino Angiuli
OSTUNI, I - by Paolo Valesio
The Last Green God - by Barbara Carle
Greetings from Acaia - by Lino Angiuli
And now that our words… - by Giovanna Politi
If you forget me - by Giovanna Politi
Only a chapter - by Joseph Tusiani
2015-01-06 - by Francesco Aprile
And they will come again - by Giovanna Nosarti
Bar - by Maurizio Evangelista
Grandma - by Toti Bellone
The secret of fire - by Antonio Belpiede
Half-open - by Carlo Alberto Augieri
(De finibus terrae / The ends of the earth) - by Anita Piscazzi
Gargano Olive trees - by Joseph Tusiani
With tight long bites - by Rita Rucco
The Traveller - by Marcello Comitini
Greetings from - by Joseph Tusiani
(to life) - by Marco F. D’Astice
Deep in the desecrated country - by Tommaso Di Ciaula
I was born on the 21st in Springtime - by Alda Merini
Late spring - by Adeodato Piazza Nicolai
These lemons - by Ernesto Treccani
Of dreams and tatters - by Joseph Tusiani
My grandmother’s wrinkled hands - by Giovanna Nosarti
Freedom - by Marcello Comitini
It’ll be a sentence handed down by the fathers - by Teodora Mastrototaro
the suitcase - by Alessio Laterza
I need - by Maurizio Evangelista
Village Village - by Daniele Giancane
i was reading the story of stories of stories - by Robert Viscusi
Crossing the Murgia - by Sergio D’Amaro
If you glimpse - by Tommaso Di Ciaula
tuning can be difficult if you strain at it - by Robert Viscusi
It’s a good omen - by Cristanziano Serricchio
You can go deep into the woods at night - by Maurizio Cucchi
For love - by Luigi Fontanella
Dear words that you hear - by Cristanziano Serricchio
Ants and children play nearby - by Cristanziano Serricchio
The Celestial City - by Luigi Fontanella
A glance at the stars - by Tommaso Di Ciaula
When I went back to my town in the South - by Vittorio Bodini
We live in a spell - by Vittorio Bodini
You don’t know the South - by Vittorio Bodini
Wishing for a Wrong Number - by Joseph Tusiani
warandpeace: from without to will be - by Walter Vergallo
Song of Bicentennial - by Joseph Tusiani
A long war - by Tommaso Di Ciaula
let’s make ourselves a bridge - by Robert Viscusi