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Immortality/Immortalità, a poem by Clare Harner

Immortality   Clare Harner      Do not stand      By my grave, and weep.    I am not there, I do not sleep— I am the thousand winds that blow I am the diamond glints in snow I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle, autumn rain. As you awake with…Read more Immortality/Immortalità, a poem by Clare Harner

Poets translating poets: Patrizia Sardisco & Edna St. Vincent Millay

Autumn daybreak Edna St. Vincent Millay Cold wind of autumn, blowing loud At dawn, a fortnight overdue, Jostling the doors, and tearing through My bedroom to rejoin the cloud, I know—for I can hear the hiss And scrape of leaves along the floor— How may boughs, lashed bare by this, Will rake the cluttered sky…Read more Poets translating poets: Patrizia Sardisco & Edna St. Vincent Millay