poesia

I have studied many times the marble which was chiseled for me.A boat with a furled sail at rest in a harbor. In truth it pictures not my destination, but my life. For love was offered me and I shrank

Finché sto fermoaccumuleròtutta la zavorra della terra:nei miei occhinon ci sarà sonno:come un vermedivorerò l’universo:nuovi doloriverranno ad accrescere il fardello:la vitasotto il peso delle sollecitudinimomento per momentoinsenilisce nel freddo del dubbioin bianchi capelli. Per la foga del camminonell’urto con l’universoda

Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be for my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the