Michael Ardizzone Poems
All of your nonsense is sense to me
your truth I'll take for any that can be.
I'll suffocate in the fruit that you bear
and dedicate myself to a strand of your hair.
my strength, it will take all of time to recount,
how your strength do I see as my strength's font
And in this death we two will bonded forever be
because, unlike you, i've lost all of me.
The sun stabs through the window;
its jealously, a terrific sign for me-
the air is full of her when I awake;
the broadness of the world seems
a quaint question of accompaniment
soon solved in our meeting.
When she's indoors the sun rages
for I have her to myself