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Hello everybody,
You will excuse me for jumping into this thread, maybe interrupting the appreciation of Dusty Bottoms' poem.
Yesterday I found this tread and many contributes of people that I admire. To day I thought about it, decided to give it a try and worked on it a little bit. Bear patience.
... Ages ago, coming home from thousands of miles away, I found that a girl, whom I met just before leaving, had pierced my heart and that I was desperately in love. It happens. In a book, one day I read of this boy writing poems on pieces of the paper that his father, a butcher, used to wrap the meat for the customers. I had never written poetry before but I woke up next morning cursed with poetic fever. I could not stop until I wrote 51 little things and then the fever, of its own as it came, of its own iust went away. It was not poetry, it was just poetic writing. I forgot the whole thing until yesterday, when, fooling around on the site, I stumbled on this thread. I remember one of those and I dare drop it on you. It’s in Italian.
Scrivo il tuo nome sul vetro appannato
le gocce scendendo lo rigano di lacrime
Here is the literary translation, my first effort, in English. May my soul be spared.
I write your name on the misty window pane
running drops streak it with tears
Then I try to make it cleaner, with some Zen flavor
On the window rain
drops
a tear inside
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