- FEBRUARY 2018 -
THE POEM
Only a chapter
by Joseph Tusiani
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I felt so great and now I feel so small,
I owned the world and now I nothing own,
and yet there’s something in me still so tall,
it is a paean what was just a moan.
If the earth trembles, up are buildings blown,
if the sea swells and surging tidelands fall
no shore remains in sight, and yet the sun
waits to explode with its bright clarion call.
How shall I name this tempest and this peace,
this dark that goes, this limpidness that stays?
What shall I make of my defeat and glory?
Nothing. I will convince myself that this
is but a tale of ordinary days,
only a chapter of a human story.
From: A clarion call, 2016, edited by Paolo Giordano and Anthony Julian Tamburri, Bordighera Press, New York, NY
Bari, San Giorgio. Photo by Nicola Amato
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
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
Murmur and a pearl - by Joseph Tusiani
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