Asmahan
By Edda Tassi
()
About this ebook
Read more from Edda Tassi
Parresia Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Total Light Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsStella Errans Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsOphelia Gig’s Tale Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Pixie and the Witch Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsTime Zone Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratings
Related to Asmahan
Related ebooks
The Prosaic Code Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsPANIC Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsrorschach spring Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsLofi My Life Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsKissing the Long Face of the Greyhound Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsPoems: Early Years, Middle Years Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsSpeculatrix (English Version) Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsObservations Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsTwilight Passages: Death Poems Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsAnglepoised With Aura Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsGallimaufry Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsborders Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsWhere E.T. Lives Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Haida Gwaii Detour Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Joy of Missing Out Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsIn Absinthia Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsLove Outlandish Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsA Witch's Dozen Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsField Guide to Invasive Species of Minnesota Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Raven's Solstice Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Nefelibata Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe jewel of seven stars Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Masks Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsMischief Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThrough My Fingertips Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsSand in the Sole Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsLone Wendy: The Girl and the Forest of the Gods Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsFrom the Bowels of My Heart: Poems and Illustrations Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Cloned Mammoth Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Dancing At the Peachtree Manor Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratings
Poetry For You
For colored girls who have considered suicide/When the rainbow is enuf Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Divine Comedy: Inferno, Purgatory, and Paradise Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Canterbury Tales Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Iliad: The Fitzgerald Translation Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Iliad of Homer Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Odyssey: (The Stephen Mitchell Translation) Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Leaves of Grass: 1855 Edition Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Odyssey Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Dante's Divine Comedy: Inferno Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Selected Poems Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Tao Te Ching: A New English Version Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Divine Comedy: Inferno Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Love Her Wild: Poems Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Prophet Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5You Better Be Lightning Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Beowulf Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Gilgamesh: A New English Version Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Way Forward Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Daily Stoic: A Daily Journal On Meditation, Stoicism, Wisdom and Philosophy to Improve Your Life Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Inward Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Twenty love poems and a song of despair Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Weary Blues Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Complete Poems of John Keats (with an Introduction by Robert Bridges) Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Dante's Inferno: The Divine Comedy, Book One Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Bedtime Stories for Grown-ups Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Complete Poems Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Things We Don't Talk About Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Odyssey Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsEdgar Allan Poe: The Complete Collection Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5
Related categories
Reviews for Asmahan
0 ratings0 reviews
Book preview
Asmahan - Edda Tassi
Giotto
1
How much luck is necessary
to turn suddenly
in bottom to the painted landscape
and to enter without noise
in the field of the miracles!
How many errors fixed , canceled
for living to the free luck again
with the blackbird behind the hawthorn.
Hello , hanged men over the hill
hanging from the high trees!
I cannot untie the rope.
I can’t waste time with you.
2
I prepare myself for the red century
velvet on the nordic forest
where the noble elk plays with his puppies.
Silk powder toward South
under the sun and the hungry lion.
Who was I? Do you remember it?
Oh , no matter ,that’s better.
Someone will know me now
in the boundless Russia of the czars
thinking to have in front a ghost.
Look at my open hand
at the mysterious line
of an uncertain origin
as the furrows of the life!
Admire the blue dress
that stands out audacious
while around it darkens slowly
and dies.
3
When the electrical contact stops
and the skin of the metropolis chaps
as it had a corrosive leprosy
don’t dream to rob banks
and overflowing with delicacies markets
but run away to the forest of the plane trees!
Tread on the dry leaves , sink your feet
stumble , and a tree will capture you
in its dug trunk as a deep cavern.
You will speak with the little man
of the secular silence
not infected from the bad breath
of the greenish dragon of the iron railway.
He’s kind to those who understand
the language of the mud , the wood
and the game of the powder.
When you’ll be going back home
you will have a different breath
as of alive thing.
4
The raiders of the desert without sand
greedy in their grim cloaks
tease the mummer Semplicione
christened also with the name Pacione
.
For good fate Eros is elsewhere
hidden from the world , sealed
in the house of the answers without questions.
The loves are born so at random
where none goes looking for them
between the smile and the cry
among the spores of an ancient plant
that rarely gives a delicate flower
and never a fruit that satisfies fully.
5
As a turned tape
I’m here , still at the beginning.
But it isn’t true.
As before
they hate my rich harmony
and they prepare deadly traps
that snap upon them.
So sad is who cannot
show himself at its fountain
and mirror lovingly
unmindful of another’s madness
that flows into the sky as a tornado!
Let the longest sleep
welcomes you with its stench.
When you will wake up
watch on up beyond the mausoleums
and you will see me again
uncatchable.
So much pathetic envy for nothing
against a smooth fluvial stone
that slips on its transformations
toying deep.
6
There’re so many murder victims
in the truculent Rome
that’s natural , step by step
there’s a church , an altar
an avenging angel armed
and the pitiful priests , the nuns
that aid those exausted stop.
Here we learn to lie
from the bad , cynical people
that spit on salt and earth
believing that never will come
the sweet nun with the sharpened scythe.
It’s an ordinary day in the city
when I see in a dream
the funny spatial devourer.
If your ears are ringing
it’s for his step
that ultrasonic resounds.
7
I’m the prisoner
behind the rusted net
in company of ants and cetonies
from the white garden
to the vegetable garden
emerald green . I
portrayed
as the most beautiful thing in the world.
I remember
the distance backwards
now that I abandoned it
and I wander for great estates.
Continuous escapes and returns
to reach here , as follower
of aligned planets , above
careless , fixed
with their wide eyes like pearls.
Perhaps I’d like to stay
in this space
that disappears with