Remember, remember,
the fifth of November,
the pool in the garden
all the clothes are discarded,
on the cheery-tree climbing
and disastrously falling.
Recalling, recalling,
in March all the drawling
your poems overwhelming,
my heart never regreting.
On green grass we lived,
mud puppets we built,
in diary flowers I pressed,
you collected insects.
Remember, remember,
the last of September,
up 'n down did the swing,
old and creaking that thing,
gently and higher went the swing
and still today flying I insist.
STAI LEGGENDO
Niflheimr
Short StoryIl titolo della raccolta rimanda alla mitologia norrena, alla Terra della Nebbia, regno dei ghiacci e del freddo. Ed è in questo regno che ho relegato pezzi di me, scintille di creatività scoppiate in storielle autoconclusive, riflessioni in prosa o...
