The Bramble Bush - Poem by Gianfranco Aurilio
a bramble bush,
thicker and thicker,
bigger and bigger,
where the sun
doesn't filter anymore
even the caress
of a leaf
hurts and wounds
is more difficult
than being aware,
plant a rose
in that bush.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
of my drawing “The forbidden rainbow”.
The original poem ('Il cespuglio di rovi') is in Italian.
There is no good translation for a poem.
I apologize for mine. Corrections are welcome.
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