The cloud draped moon
Like an old oil lamp drifts
Behind the leaf- bare trees
Winter breezes are voices
In the other room
Whispers
Of things and family
Of death and neighbors
Of loves and secrets
Of stars and calendars
Of sea and grave
Night has a movement
Independent of the heavens
Kepler and Newton have no dominion here
And shadows are free to dance
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I just love this poem, there are many scenery that can recall memory, a nostalgic remedy there..with many questionable of happy and pain....this write make us feel like a salsa sauce with extra exotic flavor, hot spicy, salty and yummy all tastes mixed in spoon of life...but you keep your poem with Italiano taste base! ! ! original! _Unwritten Soul