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Cardoso at sunset December 11 2013

Cardoso at sunset December 11 2013

poem by Siona Dunn

Yesterday we were there in the village at the heel of the mountain with the late sun falling behind in the east my back pressed to the mossed wall of a derelict home, facing west out over the valley, layered with light and its lack, the basin blue like the fathoms of the ocean, spread […]

 Pier Giuliano Cecchi

Il trepido amore di Mario Mazzoni per Barga

Il trepido amore di Mario Mazzoni per Barga

L’amore per Barga di Mario Mazzoni, puro e sincero nel suo lirismo, ma anche pieno di ansioso timore o di sollecita e affettuosa raccomandazione, si ritrova interamente nel libro Valleverde (1932), precisamente nei Canti di Valleverde. Un libro che ebbe una grande importanza nella formazione di quella che possiamo definire la sensibilità barghigiana, o meglio, […]

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Nevica

Nevica

Nevica e il tempo rallenta la sua corsa. Nevica: mentre il mondo si distende sotto una coltre,la mente si sveglia all’incanto e si perde nella magia Di un turbine bianco che volteggia e confonde. Arabeschi, trafori, linee sottolineate, forme bizzarre, scolpite nel bianco dovunque lo sguardo si posa. Via, sepolte le brutture e gli sconci. […]

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A Benabbio letteratura e teatro in onore del treno

A Benabbio letteratura e teatro in onore del treno

Una insolita Benabbio culturale. Il piccolo borgo collinare del comune di Bagni di Lucca ha vissuto un fine settimana intenso all’insegna della passione per la letteratura ed il teatro… ed anche per il treno e non per ultimo lo spettacolo. Ci ha pensato l’associazione culturale “Il muro magico”, spronata dall’infaticabile ed appassionata Paola Tarantino che […]

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From the Olivetto

On a clear cold November morning Past the centuries old Stone hearth still Down the broken stone road Over which pilgrims passed In the grove The plum purple olives fall In nets smoothed like bedspreads The sun warms our backs The penultimate picked or Vibrated The flavor of warm fresh oil on our lips With […]

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The other side of the story

Yes The sunset was Spectacular The reclining figure’s forehead Was on fire And There was a patch Of pure blue Through a kaleidoscope Of white cotton batting But the story Was to the south Of the valley Where blueprint blue clouds Were suspended In a hologram Under the deep blue sea That this once was

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Bewitched

The splash of tires On rain slick roads Through tunnels Of light green And wet black Invited Enticed Enthralled By water laden high grass Crimson clover Salvia and buttercup Along the populist parade route To this emerald city

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"Doppio dell’Immacolata" – the bells, the bells.

The traditional religious festival of the Immaculate Conception, held every year on the eighth of December would not be complete in Barga without the sound of the bells in the Duomo ringing out over the city for one solid hour – the so called “Doppio dell’Immacolata” and last night was no exception. From nine o’clock […]

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Leaving

Be Gone You have no power here All warm glow and gold Your beauty Leaves me cold

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Transition

Awash in melancholy autumn light I wash the linens of ten beds and As I practice the Zen Of swimming pool maintenance The water still feels like liquid summer Silk satin sheets

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Spring II

Decomposing leaves And bare branches Turn russet in the rain Discouragement And disillusion try To maintain a foothold A bird chirps A cat pules A bud emerges

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Words

To one Carry the weight Of The Maltese Falcon To another The elegance Of the crane Or to some Only the substance Of a feather Floating on your breath

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