War is never about who is right or who is wrong, who started it or who finished it: it is always about the children. As always, Dina Ferri uses her voice to speak for those who have no voice. Dina Ferri Siena, 29 marzo 1927. Povero bimbo! Tu eri felice, perché ignoravi…Read more Dina Ferri: Abbandonato/ Abandoned
Poetry
Giorgio Caproni: Vento di Prima Estate/ Wind of Early Summer
Vento di Prima Estate GIORGIO CAPRONI A quest’ora il sanguedel giorno infiamma ancorala gota del prato,e se si sono spentele risse e le sassaiolechiassose, nel vento è vivoun fiato di bocche accaldatedi bimbi, dopo sfrenaterincorse. Wind of Early Summer GIORGIO CAPRONI At this hour the bloodof the day still inflamesthe…Read more Giorgio Caproni: Vento di Prima Estate/ Wind of Early Summer
Margherita Guidacci
This is one of the first poems ever posted on my blog (when I had no idea where this blog was headed, or where my love of Italian literature would lead me, or that I would meet so many wonderful authors and poets on this journey) and it is still one of my favourites. #Ecopoetry…Read more Margherita Guidacci
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
parallel texts: words reflected 