Liberatore Suffoletta

Rookie - 8 Points (July 2,1948 / Pettorano Sul Gizio, L'Aquila, Abruzzi, Italy)

Modern Love Xv - Poem by Liberatore Suffoletta

Thinking on Worthington Hill
solitude in nets of profound sadness
you are distant, also, farther away
than anyone

Meditating morning birds, disappearing
images among twilight rays
river of dew, so far to travel,
Ah. you arrive opening
plum mouths of flowers,
carrying universal laments
weaving hopes of sunrise
Silent loom
What if silken fears of night return
far from this hill?
your presence is agony, heartache, complex
life before you, journey to inns of happiness
a full life of no one, life of hopes
foam announcing the waves, satori crashing on rocks
running free, wild, carrying the emptiness of the ocean
tragic furies, forced smiles, loneliness of the sea
voiceless, angry, stretched like the sky

You, woman, were there, a firebird
What variances in the vast known
You were distant like now
A flame in the forest
Blue pure ardor in red and white
Chirping passion, passion
In glowing trees of light, shimmering,
mysterious, burning, burning,
such silence full of endless echoes,
soul, wounded by virtuous fire
Who calls for you?

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 28, 2009

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