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A trifle : Erich Fried / Jürgen Wanger

A trifle for Catherine I don’t know what love is but perhaps it is something like this: When she come home from abroad and tells me proudly: “I sawa water rat”and I remember these words when I wake up in the night and next day at my work 10 and I long to hear her … Continue reading

A Dream Within a Dream: Edgar Allan Poe / Trent Parke

Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow- You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? … Continue reading

Love: Pablo Neruda / Ryan Pickart

Love. Because of you, in gardens of blossoming Flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring. I have forgotten your face, I no longer Remember your hands; how did your lips Feel on mine? Because of you, I love the white statues Drowsing in the parks, the white statues that Have neither voice nor sight. … Continue reading

All love letters are Ridiculous: Fernando Pessoa

All love letters are Ridiculous. They wouldn’t be love letters if they weren’t Ridiculous. In my time I also wrote love letters Equally, inevitably Ridiculous. Love letters, if there’s love, Must be Ridiculous. But in fact Only those who’ve never written Love letters Are Ridiculous. If only I could go back To when I wrote … Continue reading

Dino Buzzati: Invitations inutiles / Brassaï

Je voudrais que tu viennes me rejoindre par un soir d’hiver et que, serrés l’un contre l’autre, contemplant l’obscurité de la rue déserte et glacée, nous nous rappelions ces autres hivers fabuleux où nous vivions ensemble, sans le savoir. Nous allions alors toi et moi par les mêmes sentiers enchantés, d’un pas timide, au milieu … Continue reading

Buenos Aires – Silvina Ocampo

  Buenos Aires Prior to your houses, God loved you. Alone, imitating  the sun, He contemplated you. Later, men loved yu : the navigator From his ship, the Indian with his bow, The uncomfortable gentleman in his arcane Portrait, a monocle in his hand, The one who died without a portrait, pained To leave no face … Continue reading

I heard of a man … Leonard Cohen

Baby, I’ve been waiting, I’ve been waiting night and day. I didn’t see the time, I waited half my life away. There were lots of invitations and I know you sent me some, but I was waiting for the miracle, for the miracle to come. I know you really loved me. but, you see, my … Continue reading

Bob Dylan: “I’m a poet, and I know it”

Bob Dylan has been awarded the 2016 Nobel Prize for Literature “for having created new poetic expressions within the great American song tradition”. Just over 50 years ago, following the release of his fifth album, Bringing It All Back Home, the Guardian published Chimes of freedom flashing – a look at the poetry of Bob … Continue reading

The Season of Phantasmal Peace: Derek Walcott / Espen Erichsen

Then all the nations of birds lifted together the huge net of the shadows of this earth in multitudinous dialects, twittering tongues, stitching and crossing it. They lifted up the shadows of long pines down trackless slopes, the shadows of glass-faced towers down evening streets, the shadow of a frail plant on a city sill— … Continue reading

Fernando Pessoa: The book of disquiet / Rui Palha

We never love anyone. What we love is the idea we haveof someone. It’s our own concept – our own selves – that we love. This is true in the whole gamut of love. In sexual love we seek our own pleasure via another body. In non-sexual love, we seek our own pleasure via our … Continue reading

Ripenso il tuo sorriso: Eugenio Montale / Boris Kniaseff

“Ripenso il tuo sorriso, ed è per me un’acqua limpida scorta per avventura tra le petraie d’un greto, esiguo specchio in cui guardi un’ellera i suoi corimbi; e su tutto l’abbraccio di un bianco cielo quieto. Codesto è il mio ricordo; non saprei dire, o lontano, se dal tuo volto si esprime libera un’anima ingenua, … Continue reading

Pull A String, A Puppet Moves: Charles Bukowski / Chris Friel

pull a string, a puppet moves … each man must realize that it can all disappear very quickly: the cat, the woman, the job, the front tire, the bed, the walls, the room; all our necessities including love, rest on foundations of sand – and any given cause, no matter how unrelated: the death of … Continue reading

Waiting to be found : Michael Boiano / Onofrio Pacenza

So many waiting to be found: the dead buried in unlikely places, shallow graves,  in unhallowed ground; the living interred in pointless lives, unknown, unsought, unmissed; bored husbands and wives hoping to be found by others who might love them more, for a time; the religious waiting to be found by God and rewarded for … Continue reading

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock : T.S.Elliot / Diana Blok

S’io credesse che mia risposta fosse A persona che mai tornasse al mondo, Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma percioche giammai di questo fondo Non torno vivo alcun, s’i’odo il vero, Senza tema d’infamia ti rispondo. Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a … Continue reading

La Passion suspendue : Marguerite Duras

Journaliste à «la Stampa», Leopoldina Pallota della Torre rencontre Marguerite Duras en 1987. Il a fallu parlementer longtemps, dit-elle, pour convaincre la romancière, occupée à écrire le scénario de «l’Amant», de la recevoir dans son appartement de la rue Saint-Benoît. La journaliste se souvient de l’avoir d’abord vue «de dos, petite, très petite, assise comme … Continue reading

To The Nightingale : Jorge Luis Borges / Edmund Dulac

On what secret night in England Or by the incalculable constant Rhine, Lost among all the nights of my nights, Carried to my unknowing ear Your voice, burdened with mythology, Nightingale of Virgil, of the Persians? Perhaps I never heard you, yet my life I bound to your life, inseparably. A wandering spirit is your … Continue reading

Love at First Sight : Wislawa Szymborska / Peter Seelig

Love at First Sight They’re both convinced that a sudden passion joined them. Such certainty is beautiful but uncertainty is more beautiful still. Since they’d never met before, they’re sure that there’d been nothing between them. But what’s the word from the streets, staircases, hallways – perhaps they’ve passed each other by a million times? … Continue reading

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