Argomento: English poems

There is no cure for ageing Death may be incurable, but growing old is not an illness. And some are…

When you see them tell them I am still here, that I stand on one leg while the other one…

Siedo in una delle bettole della Cinquantaduesima strada incerto e spaventato [...]

Childhood is not from birth to a certain age and at a certain age The child is grown, and puts…

Razors pain you; Rivers are damp; Acids stain you; [...]

I am the Apostle left out from the Last Supper, One of Garibaldi’s men too late to the rock of…

O what is that sound which so thrills the ear Down in the valley drumming, drumming? Only the scarlet soldiers,…

I know you are reading this poem late, before leaving your office of the one intense yellow lamp-spot and the…

The flowers that I left in the ground, that I did not gather for you, today I bring them all…

If half my heart is here, doctor, the other half is in China with the army flowing toward the Yellow…