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Alan Ingranazzio Poems
My Father's Epitaph
There was nothing more clear, Than our love, It was simple as me, It was simple as you,
Cease Of Love
I saw you in the street when you said ''Farewell'' And I had nothing to say And the first raindrops fell on your forehead, It was just a beginning of day.
What Thought Jesus, Dying On The Cross, ...
Oh! Say ''Jerusalem'' to take a deep breath And in all corners of your soul you feel An ancient stone that forever keeps A wisdom, love and godlike might
A Dreadful Sinner
A dreadful sinner forever I stayed With curse of Lord and people and myself And not a bit is easier me to be In spite of all this never was my guilt.
I remember that beautiful night When a sight of the moon was your sight When you with coolness of night breeze Embraced me and my lips freezed.
Looking In The Mirror
I know how tolerant you were, Forgave in great. Forgive in little too. With you accustomed everything to share,
To My Teacher of Poetry
Not farewell! I promise I'll see you. In your home I'll ever visit you. You know, all my senses live between your words, I want to see the water meadows and birds.
Out of doors high snowdrift lies all around. Hidden inside could never be found. This came to my mind in cloudy day, When hide and seek we began to play.
Oh, sacred howe part of winter! Whose sinful foot would dar To step and pollute you? ! When you're shining under
God gave all us ambitions and desire, Sometimes a money and a title too, But, when a soldier hears command ''Fire! '', Believe me, nothing is to do.
The moon is clear in transparent sky, And clouds close the stars silver dust. Cool air fills my bosom in the night And I feel, that my love is passing by.
Owre a'hilltops is quiet. Just have a sight: Unes an air. Little birds in woods are still,
Lewis was Turkish man in all, He insisted on whole, And his movements, even his laugh Were part of his love.
You were a part of my dream, Vivid shadows of past, You have gone with the first sunbeam, And your time had passed.
Comments about Alan Ingranazzio
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
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(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
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My Father's Epitaph
There was nothing more clear,
Than our love,
It was simple as me,
It was simple as you,
As me listening you,
And I needed no dreams
To feel that.