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You, a clever dreamshaped flower.

Friday, 25 February 2011 @08:47

"My lady is an ivory garden
her shoulders are smooth and shining
flowers
beneath which are the sharp and new
flowers of her little breasts tilting upward with love
her hand is five flowers
upon her whitest belly there is a clever dreamshaped flower
and her wrists are the merest most wonderful flowers"

(Edward Estlin Cummings)

That’s why, even in the deepest winter, I don’t need spring.

Edward Estlin Cummings, one of the greatest american poets of last century. Sensual: even in his drawings.

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What I haven’t told tou, yet.

Friday, 18 February 2011 @07:29

"The most beautiful sea- hasn’t been crossed yet.
Our most beautiful child – hasn’t grown up yet.
Our most beautiful days- we haven’t seen them yet.
And the most beautiful words
I wanted to tell you
I haven’t told them yet".

(Nazim Hikmet)

So please hold me, hold me tight: and you’ll understand, I’ll understand.

Nazim Hikmet, Turkish poet, the romantic communist: he died in exile in Moscow in 1963.

Whatever love survives.

Friday, 11 February 2011 @08:30

"Things I no longer examine too closely.
Yard sales, junk mail, certainties,
blown light bulbs, lone batteries,
New York Times obituaries-
the debris of our lives.
The prices in the chic boutique,
what came before last Friday week,
how freckles star your sleeping cheek
whatever love survives".

(Anna Evans)

And the remains of love: glowing ember.

(From "Not a muse - A world poetry anthology", Haven Books)

I want to believe in this cosmic dance.

Friday, 4 February 2011 @08:35

"Why do I read my daily horoscope,
the sun’s angle cast over lines, planets telling me
to avoid purchases or commitments?
I want to believe in this cosmic dance,
that slow radiating waves pull at me like tides,
arrange a telephone call from someone I haven’t heard from
in six years…"

(Ann Cefola)

I want to believe in a pattern, a higher order. I trust the universe to take care of me.

(From "Not a muse - A world poetry anthology", Haven Books)

Lisa Corva

Yes, I write. Yes, I believe in the magic of words. That’s why you’ll find me here, every Friday: Lisa “globish”!

I believe in the magic of words, and I believe Piazza Unità in Trieste, where I was born, is the most romantic square in the world. (And yes, it’s in Italy, proudly facing the sea). I love roses in every form. And, of course, I do love my blog, expecially now that I can carry it around on my iPhone.