Verses From The Suburbs Of The World - N.0 - If...- Poem by Marco Bo
Verses From The Suburbs Of The World - N.0 - If...-
under this gray sky
our life is completely contained
in an immense maze lost in the suburb of fate
entry and exit needle's eye
both are called If
the sense of both it is entirely contained
in that fragile thread that we hold in our hands
and in our dexterity in inserting it into that right needle's eye.....
don't die in vain
do not live in vain
first and last say
in the meanwhile a single certainty arises
it is darkness that gives meaning to light
and not the other way alike
...........
sotto questo cielo grigio
la nostra vita è completamente contenuta
in un immenso labirinto sperduto nella periferia del destino
l'entrata e l'uscitasono crune di un ago
entrambi si chiamano Se
il senso di entrambi è interamente contenuto
in quel fragile filo che teniamo tra le nostre dita
e nella nostra destrezza nell'inserirlo in quella cruna d'ago....
non morire invano
non vivere invano
prima e ultima parola
nel frattempo cresce un'unica certezza
è l'oscurità che dà significato alla luce
e non il contrario
Great philosophy. It is the ugly that make you beautiful. It is the sadness which makes you happy. The dichotomy of the anatomy of life...the strife we carry with the edge of a knife.
A perceptive write imbued with uplifting lines. Well expressed and crafted.
The Italian part MAY make sense (I don't know; I can't read Italian) but the English part is totally unintelligible. What cretin at Poem Hunter selects these, anyway?
Fantastic.....I pick the last stanza don't die in vain do not live in vain first and last say in the meanwhile a single certainty arises it is darkness that gives meaning to light and not the other way alike
so why delay, why frustration of life if we are well doer we will earn good result from our doings come, let's do together live together peacefully, though humanity to one unity....
We are human sometimes feel as crown creation if believe in one Creator whatever; this port, this filed, forest, sea, ocean, city town, this fountain, mountain, suburb, beach, foods, everything for us- for human and animal like us those need to live in an estimated date- till expired fate, fortunate, destiny of our good life in our active hands- human hands as the conscientious crown creation
in an immense maze lost in the suburb of fate ......don't die in vain do not live in vain.....beautifully written on the activity of life; this life is our, this universe is also; all fates in our hand, we can decorate this world as our wish; so no need to die in vain and life idly; great poem penned; congrats for being selected as POD....deserves 10++
under this gray sky our life is completely contained in an immense maze lost in the suburb of fate entry and exit needle's eye a very fine poem and a fine graphic. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 12:51:27 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A well authored poem of he day. Truly splendid. Congrats on your featured piece...5 stars+++