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Author: MONTALE, EUGENIO
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Montale, Eugenio    Poet's Biography
570 poems available by this author


... WELL LET IT BE. SOUNDS OF A CORNET       
Last Line: And this life which seemed so vast %can be spread out on your handkerchief


...SO BE IT. BLARE OF A CORNET       
Last Line: Immense, is smaller than your handkerchief


ABOVE THE GRAFFITI-COVERED WALL       
Last Line: Ride at anchor like boats in the bay


ABOVE THE SCRIBBLED WALL       
Last Line: The mornings are moored like boats


AFTER A FLIGHT       
First Line: Behind a screen of silver birch
Last Line: We defy silence, words are always there


AFTER A FLIGHT       
First Line: There were birches, thick, to hide
Last Line: You've provided me with the stimulus I needed, %& that everything else (providing it's not silence)


AGAIN AND AGAIN I HAVE SEEN LIFE'S EVIL    Poem Text    
Subject(s): Evil


AGAIN THE CANEBRAKE POKES ITS SPEARS       
Last Line: From its course, plunges, vanishes in haze


AGAVE ON THE REEF       
First Line: Rabid sirocco %gale that burns
Last Line: My rootedness as torment


ALL SOULS' DAY    Poem Text    
First Line: Gina has lighted a large candle for her dead
Subject(s): All Souls' Day


ALL SOULS' DAY       
First Line: Gina's lit candle for her dead. She lit it
Last Line: Include some of the living too, half-alive, %waiting for theferry- a passel of nobodies %who never p
Subject(s): All Souls' Day


ALMOST A FANTASIA       
First Line: Daylight again, I sense it
Last Line: To usher in the sring


ALMOST A FANTASY, FR. MOVEMENTS       
First Line: The day returns. A dawn
Last Line: While a hoopoe's red crest flares %to settle on a picket


ANCIENT ONE    Poem Text    
First Line: Ancient one, I am drunken with the voice


ANCIENT ONE       
First Line: Ancient one, I am drunken with the voice
Last Line: Among driftwood, seaweed, starfishes, %the fruitless rubbish of your void
Subject(s): Scottish Translations


ANCIENT ONE, I'M DRUNK WITH THE VOICE       
Last Line: The useless rubble of your abyss


AND NOW THE RIPPLES OF ANXIETY       
Last Line: You love your roots today


AND NOW THEY'RE GONE, THOSE ANXIOUS       
Last Line: How dearly you love these roots of yours %today


ANNIVERSARY       
First Line: From the moment you were born
Last Line: On the high branches, on the fruit


ANNIVERSARY       
First Line: From the time of your birth
Last Line: On the high branches, on the fruit


ANOTHER MOON EFFECT       
First Line: The carob's mare's-nest that stands stark
Last Line: Sails puffed like shedding skins


ARGYLL TOUR       
First Line: Toddlers under the cedar, mushrooms
Last Line: Till you appeared to your slave


ARGYLL TOUR       
First Line: Children under the cedar tree, mushrooms or new
Last Line: Appeared to your slave


ARGYLL TOUR, FR. SNAPSHOTS AND DEDICATIONS       
First Line: Kids under the cedar, the wet weather
Last Line: Altered, fumbling the key to my fetlock


ARK       
First Line: The spring storm has upended
Last Line: Loyalty, o lost


ARK       
First Line: The umbrella of the willow tree
Last Line: Stirs my ark like the yelp of a faithful dog, %o memories lost in me


ARK, FR. FINISTERRE       
First Line: The spring thunderstorm has ravaged
Last Line: Barking its certainty to the lost ones


ARNO AT ROVEZZANO       
First Line: Great rivers are the image of time
Last Line: A different comfort suits us now, a different %discomfort


ARSENIO    Poem Text    
First Line: Whirlwinds raise dust


ARSENIO       
First Line: Eddying squalls raise the dust
Last Line: And the wind whirls it away with the ashes of the stars


ARSENIO       
First Line: Roof-high, winds worrying winds
Last Line: A wind carries its ashes to the stars


ARSENIO       
First Line: Whirligigs of wind stir up the dust
Last Line: Carries it off with the ashes of the stars


ARSENIO       
First Line: Dust devils of wind throw dust up
Last Line: Carries it off with the ashes of the stars
Subject(s): Death; Hell


ARSENIO, FR. NOONS AND SHADOWS       
First Line: The wind picks up dust in frantic eddies
Last Line: A wind lights up the ashes of the stars


AT DAWN, WHEN SUDDENLY       
Last Line: At dawn and at dusk, even these %moments become human, if you %weave them together with your thread


AT FIRST LIGHT, WHEN       
Last Line: As long as you will stitch them with your thread


AT THE THRESHOLD    Poem Text    
First Line: Be pleased if the wind that enters the orchard
Subject(s): Conduct Of Life


AT THIS POINT       


AT TIMES, CLIMBING DOWN       
Last Line: Mewed in the valley when she plummets %for the shore


AUTUMN QUARRIES       
First Line: Where the moonlit spring descends
Last Line: Will pass that plunders us


BACKWARD GLANCE       
First Line: You turn around and it's another century
Last Line: Nothing's stable. The word dries on the change


BAGNI DI LUCCA    Poem Text    
First Line: Between the thud of chestnuts


BAGNI DI LUCCA       
First Line: Between the thud of chestnuts
Last Line: The last flock is passing in the mist %of its breathing
Subject(s): Scottish Translations


BAGNI DI LUCCA       
First Line: I quiver at the edge
Last Line: The last flock is passing %sealed in the mist of its own breath


BAGNI DI LUCCA       
First Line: Amid the blending
Last Line: In the mist of its breath


BALCONY       
First Line: It seemed simple to make nothing from
Last Line: From this unlighted window


BALLAD WRITTEN IN A CLINIC       
First Line: In the wake of the emergency
Last Line: Of the wooden dog is my own, and soundless


BALLAD WRITTEN IN A HOSPITAL       
First Line: In the trough of the emergency
Last Line: And the bulldog's howl, unuttered, is my own


BANGS...       
First Line: The bangs that hide your childlike forehead
Last Line: Gets melded with the dawn, eclipses it


BE GLAD IF THE WIND, FR. MOVEMENTS       
First Line: Be glad if the wind frisking the orchard
Last Line: I ask this of you, go, for then my thirst %will lack the sharp corrosiveness of rust


BEACH AT VERSILIA       
First Line: I pray for my dead so that they might pray
Last Line: This sea of clay and washed-up refuse


BEACH IN VERSILIA, FR. SILVAE       
First Line: I pray to the dead that they pray for me
Last Line: This wide sea's muddy sediment thrown up to light


BIBE A PONTE ALL'ASSE       
First Line: Bibe, easy host, your brown-haired little queen of sheba
Last Line: And a youngster bends his pole above the greve's elbow


BIBE AT THE ASSE BRIDGE       
First Line: Dispensing a watery rufina
Last Line: By the greve's round elbow a boy bends his cane


BLACK ANGEL       
First Line: O great soot-black %angel, shelter me
Last Line: Of ash and smoke, mini-angel %chimney-sweep


BLACK TROUT       
First Line: Graduates in economics
Last Line: That rises from your office catacomb


BLACK TROUT       
First Line: Graduates in economics
Last Line: From the deep chambers of your office


BLACK TROUT, FR. SNAPSHOTS AND DEDICATIONS       
First Line: At evening bent over sidling water
Last Line: In the bath, you are shadowy %in the depths of your office block


BLACKCOCK       
First Line: Where you beat downward after the brief gunshot
Last Line: In darkness; jove is underground


BOATS ON THE MARNE       
First Line: An orange cork-float drifts with the current
Last Line: (sunday boats on the marne, racing %on your anniversary.)


BOATS ON THE MARNE       
First Line: Bliss of the cork abandoned to the current
Last Line: (boats on the marne, sunday races %on your feast day


BRING ME THE SUNFLOWER, I'LL PLANT IT HERE       
Last Line: Bring me the sunflower crazed with light


BRING ME THE SUNFLOWER, LET ME PLANT IT       
Last Line: Bring me the sunflower crazed with light


BUFFALO       
First Line: A sweet inferno, gusting, funneled
Last Line: On the track


CAFE AT RAPALLO       
First Line: Christmas in the tepidarium
Last Line: Such as for us no more are green


CALM HAS RETURNED       
Last Line: Higher, higher!


CANEBRAKE SENDS ITS LITTLE SHOOTS       
Last Line: From its furrow, topples, vanishes in haze


CAPERCAILLIE       
First Line: Where you fall after the sharp shot
Last Line: In the gloom. Jove is underground


CHANGING COLOR       
First Line: She took life with a demitasse spoon


CHESS PLAYER       
First Line: At last with stubborn jabs of your fingers
Last Line: Like snowmen, they melt in your mind's white glare


CHILDREN DANCING       
First Line: Children dancing hand-in-hand on a rocky shore


CHILDREN'S FARANDOLE ALONG THE SHORE       
Last Line: Even names, even clothes, were sin


CHIMING PENDULUM CLOCK       
First Line: The old pendulum cock
Last Line: Hanging on the wall. No doubt its outline %is probably stillthere, in the plaster


CHORDS: 1. VIOLINS       
First Line: Youth, you lay out
Last Line: In a morning bright %with martins
Subject(s): Adolescence; Youth


CHORDS: 5. OBOE       
First Line: There are rare moments
Last Line: A smile begins for no reason
Subject(s): Oboes; Theater And Theaters


CHRYSALIS       
First Line: The dark green tree is streaked
Last Line: And shudders into flame


CHRYSALIS       
First Line: The deep-green tree
Last Line: On a dry stalk and, trembling, blazes


CLATTER OF THE ROOFTILES, SHATTERED BY       
Last Line: On the loom of men. And tomorrow


COASTGUARD HOUSE       
First Line: A death-cell? The shack of the coastguards
Last Line: Who forces an entrance


COASTGUARD HOUSE       
First Line: You don't remember the coastguard house
Last Line: Don't know who goes, who stays


COASTGUARD'S HOUSE       
First Line: You don't recall the coastguard's house, that lair
Last Line: Or which of us remains, and which goes lost


COR ANGLAIS, FR. MOVEMENTS       
First Line: The wind alertly alive this evening
Last Line: An out of tune instrument %beached by the gale


CORRESPONDENCES       
First Line: Now that in the distance a mirage
Last Line: That ply the steaming coast


CORRESPONDENCES       
First Line: Now that in the distance a mirage
Last Line: On scattered roofs - I ask the expresses' %hid fever on the coast that steams
Subject(s): Scottish Translations


CORRESPONDENCES       
First Line: On the skyline, a vaporous
Last Line: Simmering outbursts on the steaming coast


COSTA SAN GIORGIO       
First Line: A will-o-the wisp dusts the street with powder
Last Line: Of a fallen puppet


COSTA SAN GIORGIO       
First Line: A light in zizzags menaces the road
Last Line: Of a child's puppet falling from its chair


DAY AND NIGHT    Poem Text    
First Line: Even a flying feather can sketch


DAY AND NIGHT       
First Line: A feather floating from a feather-duster
Last Line: To the reveille of military concerts


DAY AND NIGHT       
First Line: Even a feather in flight can sketch
Last Line: And cloisters and clinics waken %to a rending blare of trumpets
Subject(s): World War I


DAY AND NIGHT       
First Line: A floating feather, too, can sketch your image
Last Line: To a rending chorus of horns


DAY AND NIGHT       
First Line: Even a flying feather can sketch


DAY AND NIGHT       
First Line: Even a driving feather could sketch
Last Line: To a blast of trumpets


DAY AND NIGHT, FR. FINISTERRE       
First Line: Even a feather floating in the air
Last Line: To the strident brass of trumpets


DEAD       
First Line: The sea crashing against the opposing
Last Line: The drift down in the sea %that sifts them


DEAD       
First Line: The sea that founders on the other shore
Last Line: And in the sieve of the sea they drown


DEAD, FR. NOONS AND SHADOWS       
First Line: The sea breaking on the opposite shore
Last Line: Who hit the sea's green sieve and go under


DELTA       
First Line: That life breaking off, secretly transfusing
Last Line: From the fog, making for shore


DELTA       
First Line: The life that breaks apart
Last Line: Leaving the mist and making for the gulf


DELTA, FR. NOONS AND SHADOWS       
First Line: How often, bound to you, my secrecy hurt
Last Line: Comes with its stern lights flashing through the bay


DISSOLVE IF YOU WILL THIS FRAIL       
Last Line: Burning, nothing else, is what I mean


DISTANT, I WAS WITH YOU WHEN YOUR FATHER       
Last Line: And moans and the advancing of the squadrons


DIVER       
First Line: The diver photographed au ralenti


DON'T ASK FOR WORDS       
First Line: Don't ask for words to square the sides


DON'T ASK ME FOR WORDS THAT MIGHT DEFINE       
Last Line: What we are not, what we do not want


DON'T ASK US FOR THE WORD TO FRAME       
Last Line: What we are not, what we do not want


DON'T ASK US THE WORD THAT WILL GIVE SHAPE       


DON'T ESCAPE INTO THE SHADE       
Last Line: Of one certainty: the light


DON'T TAKE SHELTER IN THE SHADE       
Last Line: Of one certainty: light


DORA MARKUS    Poem Text    
First Line: It was where the wooden bridge


DORA MARKUS       
First Line: It was where a plank pier
Last Line: Voice, legend or destiny


DORA MARKUS       
First Line: It was where a wooden jetty
Last Line: But it is late, always later


DORA MARKUS       
First Line: We stood where the wooden piers
Last Line: But the hour is late, and grows always later


DORA MARKUS       
First Line: It was where the wooden bridge
Last Line: But it is late, always later and later
Subject(s): Survival


DORA MARKUS       
First Line: It was where the wooden bridge
Last Line: But it's late, always later


EARLY OR LATE       
First Line: As a boy I thought the landscape
Last Line: Some savor life in sips, others guzzle; %but sip or guzzle, once drained, %it's the same unrefillabl


EARRINGS       
First Line: The lampblack of the mirror show
Last Line: Hands affix the corals to your ears


EARRINGS       
First Line: The lamp-black of the mirror does not preserve
Last Line: Squalid hands, turned over, hold the corals


EASTBOURNE       
First Line: The natinal anthem's strident brass blares out
Last Line: Nothing remains but the blacked-out ember %of a dead bank holiday


EASTBOURNE       
First Line: The trumpets blare 'god save the king'
Last Line: Is the bitter ember that was once %bank holiday


ECLOGUE       
First Line: Losing myself in the swaying gray
Last Line: When the hares begin to whistle


ECLOGUE       
First Line: It was good getting lost
Last Line: The hares begin to hiss


ECLOGUE, FR. NOONS AND SHADOWS       
First Line: It was a ritual: we would lose ourselves
Last Line: In my country this hour anticipates %the hare's lightning-bolt, its frightened whistle


EEL       
First Line: The eel, the siren
Last Line: Not believe her sister?
Subject(s): Eels


EEL       
First Line: The eel, the siren
Last Line: Of men plucked in your mud, can you %not take her for a sister?
Subject(s): Scottish Translations


EEL       
First Line: The eel, cold-water
Last Line: Generations immersed in mud, can you %not take her for a sister?
Subject(s): Eels


EEL       
First Line: The eel, the %siren of sleety seas, adandoning
Last Line: The sons of me, steeped in your mire - in this %not recognize a sister?
Subject(s): Eels


EEL       
First Line: The eel, the north sea siren
Last Line: You turn up stairs
Subject(s): Eels


EEL       
First Line: The eel, that north sea
Last Line: Can you believe she is not your sister
Subject(s): Eels


EEL       
First Line: The eel, siren %of cold seas, who leaves
Last Line: Can you fail to see her as a sister?


EEL       
First Line: The eel, siren %of cold seas who leaves the baltic
Last Line: Children, sunk in your slime, can you not %think her a sister?
Subject(s): Eels


EEL       
First Line: The eel, siren %of cold seas, who leaves
Last Line: Do you not recognize her %there, your sister?


EEL       
First Line: The eel, siren %of the cold seas, who leaves her baltic playground
Last Line: And you can't call her sister?


EL DESDICHADO       
First Line: I'm watching karajan's carmen on tv
Last Line: Like felt, that blends into it %and doesn't speak


ENCOUNTER       
First Line: Stay, my sorrow, do not
Last Line: That I go down, %unflinching


ENCOUNTER       
First Line: My sadness, don't desert me
Last Line: Come without cowardice


END OF '68       
First Line: I've contemplated from the moon (or almost)
Last Line: A stranger and far away


END OF CHILDHOOD       
First Line: Roaring, a throbbing sea
Last Line: A wind no doubt %was kicking up


END OF CHILDHOOD       
First Line: Thundering, a throbbing sea
Last Line: A wind had to come


ENGLISH HORN       
First Line: Tonight this wind intently playing
Last Line: This night, o discordant %heart


ENGLISH HORN       
First Line: The intent wind that plays tonight
Last Line: Discordant instrument, %heart


EPIGRAM       
First Line: The top, the zenith
Last Line: If someone throws himself %from the window


EX ABRUPTO    Poem Text    
First Line: A space of years divides us
Subject(s): Time


EX ABRUPTO       
First Line: A space of years divides us


EZEKIEL SAW THE WHEEL       
First Line: Strange hand, have you snatched me away
Last Line: And with them %your grasp...Like now


EZEKIEL SAW THE WHEEL...'       
First Line: Snatched me from the ivey's tangle
Last Line: And with them your claw, %as now


FAINT WIND-BORNE SISTRUM       
Last Line: Plunges to the sea


FALSETTO       
First Line: Esterina, your twentieth year now threatens
Last Line: Who cling to the shore


FALSETTO       
First Line: Esterina, you twenty years hover above you


FALSETTO       
First Line: Esterina, twenty's out for you
Last Line: Who are earthbound


FALSETTO, FR. MOVEMENTS       
First Line: Esterina, how apprehensively
Last Line: And can only stare at you %with a shocked incredulity


FAN       
First Line: Ut pictura - the disconcerting lips
Last Line: On the hordes! (is he who knows you doomed to die?)
Subject(s): World War I


FAN       
First Line: Ut pictura...The confounding lips
Last Line: Over the hordes! (must he who sees you die?


FAN       
First Line: Ut pictura...The disconcerting lips
Last Line: Upon the croweds! (must he who knows you die?)


FANFARE       
First Line: Dialectical historicism %materialstic
Last Line: My disengaged friend %do you have any objections %to all this?


FAREWELLS, WHISTLING IN THE DARK, WAVES, COUGHS       
Last Line: This awful, faithful carioca rhythm?


FEEBLE SISTRUM IN THE WIND       
Last Line: Flows down and out


FIESOLE WINDOW       
First Line: Here where the insidious cricket
Last Line: Other fires, o my scarlet ivies


FIESOLE WINDOW       
First Line: Here where the unrelenting cricket bores
Last Line: Other flashes, o my scarlet ivies


FINISTERRE: LA BUFERA E ALTRO: FINESTRA FIESLOANA       
First Line: Here where the tricky cricket bores
Last Line: Not fill up, %other flames; oh my scarlet ivy


FLORENTINE MADRIGALS       
First Line: Herma, seal with wax and string
Last Line: The gong that calls you back among us, sister


FLORENTINE MADRIGALS       
First Line: Shut out, herma, with tape and sealing wax
Last Line: That calls you back among us, o my sister


FLOWER ON THE MOUNTAINSIDE       
Last Line: So sultry you can barely %see through it, the funicular %carries me back to the other station %where


FLOWER THAT REPEATS       
Last Line: Takes me across, where it's already dark


FLUX       
First Line: Boys with snares
Last Line: And life is more cruel than futile


FLUX       
First Line: The boys with snares
Last Line: And life is much more cruel than vain


FOR AN 'HOMAGE TO RIMBAUD'       
First Line: Late-comer from the cocoon, marvellous
Last Line: Thought and now, up there, his mistress


FOR AN 'HOMAGE TO RIMBAUD'       
First Line: Late from your cocoon, miraculous
Last Line: His first idea, and now its queen above


FOR AN ALBUM       
First Line: Long before daybreak I started
Last Line: Already far too rich to contain you alive


FOR AN ALBUM       
First Line: I started, in fact, this morning
Last Line: Already too rich to keep you alive


FORLORN ON THE HILL       
Last Line: The lock with its fine pick


FREEING A 'DOVE'       
First Line: A white dove has come down to me
Last Line: Which does not fly, your look which dares it to


FROG, FIRST TO STRIKE HIS CHORD       
Last Line: For sparks from their hooves


FROG, FIRST TO TRY ITS CHORD AGAIN       
Last Line: The color of slate prepares for the explosion %of death-thinhorses, of flaming hooves


FROM A SWISS LAKE       
First Line: My vixen, I myself was once th 'poete
Last Line: Invites me to the new fire that will singe her


FROM A TOWER       
First Line: I've seen the waterdipper
Last Line: Go stiller still


FROM THE TRAIN       
First Line: The blood-red turtledoves
Last Line: Left me blind to the other


FROM THE TRAIN, FR. SNAPSHOTS AND DEDICATIONS       
First Line: For the first time in living memory
Last Line: Turn pink in a pool, the fire of its flight %proving correlates are individual


FROST ON THE WINDOWPANES; THE SICK       
Last Line: To no avail: it's not your card


GARDEN       
First Line: Messenger descending, %favorite of
Last Line: Would show a single groove
Variant Title(s): The Orchar


GERTI'S CARNIVAL       
First Line: If your wheel gets snared in tangled
Last Line: Come back to the springs that aren't flowering


GLORY OF EXPANDED MOON    Poem Text    
Subject(s): Time


GLORY OF EXPANDED NOON       
Last Line: But there's greater joy in waiting


GONDOLA THAT GLIDES       
Last Line: To the intent eel-fisher on the shore


GOTTERDAMMERUNG       
First Line: We read that the twilight of the gods
Last Line: Because the director's busy, sick, holed up %who knows where, and no one can sub for him


GREEN LIZARD, IF IT DARTS       
Last Line: Rich and strange. Your stamp was different


HAPPINESS ACHIEVED, FOR YOU       
Last Line: For the balloon that's gone between the houses


HAPPINESS WON: FOR YOU WE WALK       
Last Line: Whose balloon vanishes between the buildings?


HAUL YOUR PAPER BOATS       
Last Line: Beach your fleet, secure it in the brush


HAUL YOUR PAPER SHIPS ON THE SEARED       
Last Line: Tie up your flotilla in the canes


HEROISM       
First Line: Clizia used to suggest that I join
Last Line: Who didn't love homelands and had one only by chance


HIDING PLACES       
First Line: When I'm unsure of being alive


HITLER SPRING    Poem Text    
First Line: The white cloud of maddened moths swirls
Subject(s): World War Ii; Second World War


HITLER SPRING       
First Line: Dense, the white cloud of moths whirling
Last Line: Of terror, on the burnt-out wadis of the south
Subject(s): World War Ii


HITLER SPRING       
First Line: A snowfall of maddened moths
Last Line: In the raw and shingled gulches of the south


HITLER SPRING       
First Line: The thick white cloud of mad moths whirls
Last Line: Over the scorched rockbeds of the south


HITLER SPRING       
First Line: Thick white cloud of crazy moths is whirling
Subject(s): Hitler, Adolf (1889-1945)


HITLERIAN SPRING       
First Line: A dense white cold of maddened moths
Last Line: April's reopened wound is raw


HITLERIAN SPRING, FR. SILVAE       
First Line: A white cloud of moths crazily halo
Last Line: Flashing over burnt wadis of the south


HOMAGE TO RIMBAUD, FR. SNAPSHOTS AND DEDICATIONS       
First Line: Emerging from her fragile chrysalis
Last Line: He owns the sky; his angel guards the bridge


HOOPOE, HAPPY BIRD MALIGNED       
Last Line: Crazy winged thing, and you don't know it


HOOPOE, MERRY BIRD, SLANDERED       
Last Line: O winged imp, and you don't know it


HOPE OF EVEN SEEING YOU AGAIN       
Last Line: Two jackals on a leash


HOUSE BY THE SEA    Poem Text    
First Line: The journey ends here
Subject(s): Travel


HOUSE BY THE SEA       
First Line: Here the journey ends
Last Line: By lifting sail for the eternities


HOUSE BY THE SEA       
First Line: The journey ends here
Last Line: Already, perhaps, weighs anchor for the eternal
Subject(s): Houses; Sea; Travel


HOUSE BY THE SEA       
First Line: The journey ends here
Last Line: Already has set sail for the eternal


HOUSE OF THE CUSTOMS MEN       
First Line: You won't recall the house ofthe customs men
Last Line: And I dont know who's going or who'll stay


HOUSE OF THE CUSTOMS MEN       
First Line: You do not remember the house of the customs men
Last Line: And I do not know who goes and who remains


HOUSE ON THE SEA, FR. NOONS AND SHADOWS       
First Line: Our voyage ends here in fragmentation
Last Line: This moment steering for the endless blue?


I FREE YOUR FOREHEAD OF THE ICE       
Last Line: Into the alley aren't aware you're here


I HAVE LINGERED AT TIMES       
Last Line: The whispering calm repeats


I HAVE OFTEN MET THE EVIL OF LIVING       
Last Line: Noon, and the cloud, and the hawk soaring


I KNOW A RAY OF SUN (OF GOD?) CAN STILL       
Last Line: That darkness, let my swallow be a hawk


I KNOW THAT MOMENT WHEN A GRIMACE OF PAIN       
Last Line: A song that weeps is a song of peace


I KNOW THE MOMENT WHEN A RAW GRIMACE       
Last Line: The song that sobs is a song of peace


I KNOW THE TIME WHEN THE MOST IMPASSIVE FACE       


I KNOW TIMES       
First Line: I know times when a grimace of pain


I THINK AGAIN OF YOUR SMILE, A POOL OF LIMPID WATER       
Last Line: Like the spear of a young palm


I WOULD HAVE LIKED TO FEEL HARSH AND ESSENTIAL       
Last Line: And now your frenzy rises to the stars


I WOULD HAVE LIKED TO FEEL ROUGH, ELEMENTAL       
Last Line: And now your frenzy rises to the stars


I'VE OFTEN MET       
First Line: I've often met life's sour notes


I'VE PAUSED AT TIMES IN THE CAVES       
Last Line: And the trickle of calm air says it again


IF AT LEAST I COULD FORCE       
Last Line: I have no senses and no sense. No limit


IF ONLY I COULD FORCE       
Last Line: I have no sense, no senses. No limit


IF THEY'VE COMPARED YOU...       
Last Line: If leaving me you turn away from the stairs?


IF YOU WERE FOLLOWING       
Last Line: The wind that lingers, death, the death that lives!


IMITATION OF THUNDER       
First Line: It seems every living thing


IMPONDERABLE       
First Line: Uncertainty is harder than granite


IN SLEEP       
First Line: The song on the screech owls, when a rainbow
Last Line: It's still blood beyond death


IN SLEEP       
First Line: The cries of owls, or the intermittent heartbeats
Last Line: Deeper in, it is still blood beyond any death


IN SLEEP, FR. FINISTERRE       
First Line: Tone's everything; the shriek of the screech-owl
Last Line: Death is a blood-drop balanced on a pin


IN SMOKE       
First Line: How many times in cold and fog I've waited
Last Line: Then, last of all, you appeared. One memory %among so many. It dogs me in my dreams


IN THE GREENHOUSE    Poem Text    
First Line: The lemon bushes overflowed
Subject(s): Plants


IN THE GREENHOUSE       
First Line: The lemon-house was being over
Last Line: The lemons, and me, and you


IN THE GREENHOUSE       
First Line: A pattering of moles
Last Line: Upon me, and you, and the lemon trees
Subject(s): Greenhouses


IN THE GREENHOUSE       
First Line: The lemon bushes overflowed
Last Line: Upon me, upon you, and over the lemons


IN THE PARK       
First Line: In the magnolia's ever
Last Line: Your face with bits of straw
Subject(s): Laughter; Love; Parks


IN THE PARK       
First Line: In the magnolia's
Last Line: Your face with bits of straw


IN THE PARK       
First Line: In the shade of the magnolia
Last Line: Your face with wisps of straw


IN THE PARK AT CASERTA       
First Line: Where the cruel swan
Last Line: Tapping for the void


IN THE PARK, FR. SILVAE       
First Line: Under the magnolia's indian
Last Line: I try to unravel the knot, %needling your face with bits of straw


IN THE RAIN       
First Line: A murmur; and your house gets blurred
Last Line: And rows for cape town


IN THE SMOKE       
First Line: How many times I waited for you at the station
Last Line: Among so many others, and it haunts my dreams


IN THE STYLE OF FILIPPO DE PISIS, ON SENDING HIM THIS BOOK       
First Line: A sharp shot at the zig
Last Line: Branches, to the cold balm of the stream


INCANTATION       
First Line: Oh stay locked and free
Last Line: The veil that once betrothed you to your god


INDIAN SERENADE       
First Line: Still, this is ours, this shredding away of the evenings
Last Line: And don't know it. You are him, and think you are %yourself


INDIAN SERENADE       
First Line: The raveling of the evenings is ours, too
Last Line: Unwittingly. You're him; you think you're you


INDIAN SERENADE, FR. FINISTERRE       
First Line: Our moment comes when the evening reddens
Last Line: You're part of him and yet you think you're you


IRIS       
First Line: When suddenly saint martin shunts his embers
Last Line: Into yours) has to continue


IRIS       
First Line: When all at once st. Martin dumps
Last Line: Into yours) must be carried on


IS IT SALT OR HAIL RAGING IN THE STORM       
Last Line: The icy spheres - glittering there %like you playing lakme %as you trilled the aria of the bells


IS IT SALT THAT STRAFES OR HAIL? IT SLAYS       
Last Line: Trilling the bell song


IT'S ONLY AN ERROR       
First Line: Clowns got up as poets


JANUARY 20 OR AGE 30    Poem Text    
First Line: Your age frightens me
Subject(s): Youth; Transience; Impermanence


KEEPSAKE       
First Line: Fanfan returns the victor; molly's sold
Last Line: Of his green islands and won't dance


L'ELAN VITAL       
First Line: It happened when a doctorate honoris causa
Last Line: Jet blasted my ears %and I woke


LA BELLE DAME SANS MERCI       
First Line: To be sure the cantonal seagulls
Last Line: Is no more than the flash of a lighter
Subject(s): Birds; Gulls


LA FARADOLA DEI FANCIULLI    Poem Text    
First Line: How far back the ancient past seems now
Last Line: Was being sunlight, flower, heat-shimmer
Subject(s): Past


LA FARADOLA DEI FANCIULLI       
First Line: How far back the ancient past seems now
Last Line: Was being sunlight, flower, heat-shimmer
Subject(s): Past


LAC D'ANNECY       
First Line: I don't know why my memory links you
Last Line: Now that I can't, I'm content %with the photo of the lake


LATE AT NIGHT       
First Line: There's no conversing with shades
Last Line: I think it's she who died. For at least a second %she was alive, %unawares


LATE AT NIGHT       
First Line: A colloquy with the shades
Last Line: And was never aware of it


LATE IN THE NIGHT    Poem Text    
First Line: One can't converse with shades
Subject(s): Night; Bedtime


LATE IN THE NIGHT       
First Line: One can't converse with shades
Last Line: And did not know it
Subject(s): Night


LEAVING A DOVE       
First Line: A white dove has landed me
Last Line: That doesn't soar, your stare that dares it to


LEAVING A DOVE, FR. SNAPSHOTS AND DEDICATIONS       
First Line: A white dove it was that brought me here
Last Line: You'd have levitate, and you dare it to


LEMON TREES       
First Line: Listen; the poets laureate
Last Line: From golden trumpets of solarity
Subject(s): Lemons


LEMON TREES       
First Line: Listen: the laurelled poets
Last Line: And songs pelt %into the breast %and trumpets of gold pour forth %epiphanies of light!


LEMON-YELLOW ROOSTER       
First Line: There, where you fall after the shot is fired
Last Line: Like a maggot. And zeus is buried


LEMONS       
First Line: Listen to me, the poets laureate
Last Line: Pelt their songs


LIKE A FANTASIA       
First Line: Day is dawning, I can tell
Last Line: The air or light on a pole


LINDAU       
First Line: Unfailingly the swallow maintains life
Last Line: Listen, the wheels of the paddleboats wail


LINDAU       
First Line: The swallow brings back blades of grass
Last Line: Churns to the lowing of the paddleboats


LINE OF DANCING CHILDREN ON THE SHORE       
Last Line: Even a name, and clothes, were a sin


LITTLE TESTAMENT    Poem Text    
First Line: This, that glimmers at night


LITTLE TESTAMENT       
First Line: This that at night keeps flashing
Last Line: Down there was not much of a match


LITTLE TESTAMENT       
First Line: This thing the night flashes
Last Line: Was not the fizzle of a wet match
Subject(s): Faith


LITTLE TESTAMENT       
First Line: Whatever beacon it its flickers
Last Line: Of a flame struck down there, was from no match


LITTLE TESTAMENT       
First Line: This, which flickers at night
Last Line: Wasn't that of a match


LITTLE TESTAMENT       
First Line: This light that flashes in the night
Last Line: Was more than just a match


LOCAL TRAIN       
First Line: It was like this, like the biting
Last Line: Like this, you say?


LORD OF THE REVELS       
First Line: I don't know where he is, the lord of the revels
Last Line: But one thing's certain: someday other buttocks %will oppress his throne. The time is ripe


LOW TIDE       
First Line: At evening, the oyster-catchers' shrill cries
Last Line: Cropping each head of cattle from the plain


LOW TIDE       
First Line: Clamorous evnings, when the swing
Last Line: Arrives on the hills to graze


MAGENTA COLOURED CLOUDS, FR. SILVAE       
First Line: Magenta clouds massed to a storm volume
Last Line: The cave's vapour; I unravel your plot


MAGENTA-COLORED CLOUDS       
Last Line: Deep, and barely audible


MAGENTA-COLORED CLOUDS       
First Line: Magenta-colored clouds were gathering
Last Line: Deep, barely audible


MAGNOLIA'S SHADOW       
First Line: The japanese magnolia's shadow thins
Last Line: Breaking water in the new moon. %goodbye


MAGNOLIA'S SHADOW       
First Line: The shadow of the japanese magnolia


MAGNOLIA'S SHADOW       
First Line: The shadow of the dwarf magnolia
Last Line: Under the new moon %goodbye


MANY YEARS, AND ONE STILL HARDER       
Last Line: In a maelstrom of undying faithfulness


MAYBE ONE MORNING, WALKING IN AIR       
Last Line: With my secret, among men who don't look back


MAYBE ONE MORNING, WALKING IN DRY, GLASSY AIR       
Last Line: Among the men who don't look back, with my secret


MEDITERRANEAN    Poem Text    
First Line: A whirlwind's vortex
Subject(s): Sea; Ocean


MEDITERRANEAN       
First Line: A whirlwind's vortex
Last Line: That's my meaning, and nothing else


MEDITERRANEAN       
First Line: A windfall of raucous jeers


MEDITERRANEAN: ANCIENT SEA       
First Line: We share one language; your fluctuating
Last Line: Amongst cork, bottles, beached seaweed, starfish, %the unavailing jetsam of the void


MEDITERRANEAN: ANGULARITY       
First Line: I should have had the angularity
Last Line: Now your delirium climbs starward in its rage


MEDITERRANEAN: MEDITERRANEAN       
First Line: We have no preconception
Last Line: Will speak to a fraternal heart, %desolate, rimed with greek salt


MEDITERRANEAN: THEN OBLITERATE       
First Line: Then obliterate if you wish
Last Line: And well I know it, to burn, %this is my single, solitary meaning


MEDITERRANEAN: VORTEX       
First Line: Over me, a vortex
Last Line: Aimed for the swirling bay, %go blue and white arrows, a pair of jays


MEN WHO TURN BACK       
First Line: Probably %you're no longer what you once were
Last Line: If we're still alive %or were deluded in thinking so. %we slide along


MESCO POINT       
First Line: At dawn, unbending flights of partridges
Last Line: Then blasted by the next charge into air


METROPOLITAN CHRISTMAS       
First Line: Cluster of faith and frost, the mistletoe
Last Line: On the moving stairs that take you down


METROPOLITAN CHRISTMAS       
First Line: Mistletoe, from childhood a hanging cluster
Last Line: On the escalator which slides you down


METROPOLITAN CHRISTMAS, FR. SNAPSHOTS AND DEDICATIONS       
First Line: Mistletoe frosting above your basin
Last Line: Whisked us, diving for the escalator


MINSTRELS       
First Line: Refrain rebounding
Last Line: Your flute fumbles the unknown notes


MINSTRELS       
First Line: Refrain, echoing %through summer's hazy windowpanes
Last Line: The new notes on your flute


MOIRE       
First Line: You bail, the boat already lists
Last Line: In a blue abyss, that thickens


MOIRE       
First Line: You bail, already the boat lists
Last Line: In an eddy of deepening blue


MOTETS: 1    Poem Text    
First Line: You know this: I must lose you again and cannot


MOTETS: 1       
First Line: You know: I'm going to lose you again
Last Line: I am after the lost sign, the one %pledge I had from you


MOTETS: 1 .       
First Line: You know it: I should renounce you but I cannot
Last Line: I search for one involuntary sign %that never comes. %and hell is certain


MOTETS: 10    Poem Text    
First Line: Why wait? The squirrel in the pine tree


MOTETS: 10       
First Line: The dark increases; the squirrel lashes
Last Line: That flaring free might flush you, but go wide


MOTETS: 10       
First Line: The spirit that dispenses
Last Line: To one who dowsn't know you, and %the theme is there insisting, do re la sol sol ...


MOTETS: 10       
First Line: Why are you waiting? The squirrel in the pine tree
Last Line: The flash of lightning, leave the cloud
Subject(s): Clouds; Evening; Thunder


MOTETS: 11    Poem Text    
First Line: The soul that releases
Subject(s): Relationships


MOTETS: 11       
First Line: I free your forehead of the icicles
Last Line: In the sky; and the other shadows turning %into the alley don't knowthat you're here


MOTETS: 12    Poem Text    
First Line: I free your brow of the icicles
Subject(s): Gondolas & Gondoliers


MOTETS: 12       
First Line: The gondola that slithers
Last Line: By fits and starts, that makes me brother to %the serious eel-fisher on the shore
Subject(s): Gondolas And Gondoliers


MOTETS: 12       
First Line: I run my hand across your forehead
Last Line: Don't know that you are here
Subject(s): Clouds; Cold; Cyclones


MOTETS: 13    Poem Text    
First Line: The gondola that glides in a flash


MOTETS: 13       
First Line: The gondola's wake is a furrow's width
Last Line: Of someone fishing for eels on the bank


MOTETS: 13       
First Line: Is it salt that strafes, or hail?
Last Line: When you were lakme, %trilling the bell song


MOTETS: 13       
First Line: The gondola that glides
Last Line: Fishing for eels on the bank
Subject(s): Gondolas And Gondoliers


MOTETS: 14    Poem Text    
First Line: Is it pelting salt or hail? Laying waste
Subject(s): Love


MOTETS: 14       
First Line: Angular, sugar-crackling, pin-dot hail
Last Line: Things glitter like you when playing lakme %you sang the aria of the bells


MOTETS: 14       
First Line: At first light, when
Last Line: Light and dark, still human intervals %as long as you still knit them with your thread


MOTETS: 15    Poem Text    
First Line: At dawn, when


MOTETS: 15       
First Line: The flower that repeats
Last Line: In haze you almost see, the cable car %takes me back where it's already dark


MOTETS: 16    Poem Text    
First Line: The flower that repeats
Subject(s): Flowers


MOTETS: 16       
First Line: In repeating blues the forget-me-not
Last Line: I disembarked, already I could hear %the sky's thunder volume tune up the dark


MOTETS: 16       
First Line: The frog, first to strike his chord
Last Line: For famished horses to break out, %for sparks from their hooves


MOTETS: 17    Poem Text    
First Line: The frog, first to try its chord again
Subject(s): Frogs


MOTETS: 17       
First Line: A tea-rose sky. The frog's bass-chords resound
Last Line: One's ear twitches for the sparkling of hooves, %the onset of lean horses breaking through


MOTETS: 17       
First Line: Shears, don't cut away that face
Last Line: Shakes off the cicada's husk %into the first november mud


MOTETS: 18    Poem Text    
First Line: Do not cut away, scissors, that face
Subject(s): Cold


MOTETS: 18       
First Line: The reed that softly
Last Line: Beyond her distant pupils, now %two simple light beams crossing. %and time passing


MOTETS: 19    Poem Text    
First Line: The reed that sheds its


MOTETS: 19       
First Line: Come spring, the reed discards its red feather
Last Line: Your twin pupils become crosses of light. %and time passes


MOTETS: 19       
First Line: ... But so be it. Blare of a cornet
Last Line: A sheaf of pages. Life, which seemed immense, %is smaller than your handkerchief


MOTETS: 19       
First Line: The reed that sheds its
Last Line: And time passes
Subject(s): Aging


MOTETS: 2    Poem Text    
First Line: Many years, and one harder above a foreign


MOTETS: 2       
First Line: Long years, and one more difficult
Last Line: East wind ... And then descend for you %in eddying fidelity,immortal


MOTETS: 20    Poem Text    
First Line: . . . So be it. The sound of a cornet
Subject(s): Transience; Impermanence


MOTETS: 20       
First Line: ...So be it. The sound of a cornet
Last Line: Of manuscript. The life I thought so vast %is briefer than your handkerchief


MOTETS: 3    Poem Text    
First Line: Frost on the windows. Always
Subject(s): Exile


MOTETS: 3       
First Line: Frost on the windowpanes; the sick
Last Line: A harsh wing, showed, and sheared your hands, %to no avail, it's not your card


MOTETS: 4    Poem Text    
First Line: Far away, yet I was with you when your father
Subject(s): Absence; Fathers; Death; Separation; Isolation; Dead, The


MOTETS: 4       
First Line: Distant, I was with you when your father
Last Line: Cumerlotti and anghebeni - to exploding mines %and moans and the advancing of the squadrons


MOTETS: 5    Poem Text    
First Line: Goodbyes, whistles in the dark, nods, winks, coughs
Subject(s): Farewell; Parting


MOTETS: 5       
First Line: Farewells, whistling in the dark, waves, coughs
Last Line: Your train's faint hymn %this awful, faithful carioca rhythm?


MOTETS: 6    Poem Text    
First Line: I had lost hope almost
Subject(s): Absence; Separation; Isolation


MOTETS: 6       
First Line: I'd lost the hope of seeing you again
Last Line: A liveried servant tightened his grip, %dragging two jackals on a leash)


MOTETS: 6       
First Line: The hope of even seeing you again
Last Line: A servant wearing gold braid led %two jackals on a leash.)


MOTETS: 7    Poem Text    
First Line: The black and white ups and downs of the
Subject(s): Grief; Absence; Sorrow; Sadness; Separation; Isolation


MOTETS: 7       
First Line: In undulating flights martins reveal
Last Line: Your threat hums like the fin-tip of a shark


MOTETS: 7       
First Line: The black-and-white sine wave
Last Line: If the brightness is a truce, %your life, your blood in my veins


MOTETS: 8    Poem Text    
First Line: Here is the sign; it shivers


MOTETS: 8       
First Line: The green lizard, if it darts
Last Line: Can change you into something rich %and strange. Your mark was different


MOTETS: 9    Poem Text    
First Line: The green lizard, if it darts


MOTETS: 9       
First Line: What are you waiting for? The squirrel
Last Line: Nothing ends, or everything, %if, brightness, you desert your cloud


MOTETTI: 1       
First Line: You know this: I must lose you again and cannot
Last Line: For the sign I have lost, the only pledge %I had from you. %now hell is certain
Variant Title(s): The Motets:
Subject(s): Genoa, Italy


MOTETTI: 2       
First Line: Many years, and one of the a little harder
Last Line: Rising and falling in the brutal wind %of my heart - and descend for you %into a chasm of fidelity,


MOTETTI: 3       
First Line: Frost in the windowpanes; the sick
Last Line: A hard wing brushed past you, touching your hands, %but to no purpose: this was not your card


MOTETTI: 4       
First Line: Far away, still I was with you
Last Line: Me once again to cumerlotti %or anghebeni, among the exploding %shells, the screams, %the panic of t


MOTETTI: 5       
First Line: The long goodbyes, the whistles in the dark
Last Line: --can you hear it too? The harsh %litany of the express, theterrifying, %steady rhythm of a dance?


MOTETTI: 6       
First Line: I had almost lost
Last Line: (under the arches at modena %I saw an old man in a uniform %dragging two jackals on a leash)


MOTETTI: 7       
First Line: The black and white
Last Line: If this clear light %signifies a truce, %the sweet threat of you %consumes it


MOTETTI: 8       
First Line: Here is the sign; it trembles
Last Line: So lightly from the greenhouse %is not muffled %by the snow,is still %you life, your blood %in my ve


MOTETTI: 9       
First Line: If the green lizard darts
Last Line: That a flash of lightning %can change you into something %rich and strange. You chose another shape


MY LIFE, I ASK OF YOU NO STABLE       
Last Line: Sounds with a rifle shot


NEAR CAPUA       
First Line: ...Its yellow floodtide cresting at the bend
Last Line: While the gorging river sank in sand


NEAR FINISTERE       
First Line: The arc of your eyebrow ended
Last Line: God sees me and your sea-green pupils %see through him


NEAR SIENA       
First Line: Alas, that memory at its height
Last Line: Forked lightning at his rebel


NEAR VIENNA       
First Line: The baroque convent
Last Line: The one fraternal voice inside the heat


NEW STANZAS       
First Line: Decisively you extinguish the last
Last Line: You sniff their embers and await the flare


NEW STANZAS       
First Line: Now that with a flourish you've stubbed out
Last Line: With your eyes of steel


NEW STANZAS       
First Line: Now that the last shreds of tobacco
Last Line: That blinds the pawns, oppose %your eyes of steel


NEWS FROM MOUNT AMIATA       
First Line: The crackling firework of sultry weather
Last Line: Our union's severed in the blowing dark


NEWS FROM MOUNT AMIATA       
First Line: The stormy weather's fireworks
Last Line: Interior. Outside it's raining


NEWS FROM MOUNT AMIATA       
First Line: Come night %the ugly weather's fire-cracker simmer
Last Line: The porcupine sips a quill of mercy


NEWS FROM MOUNT AMIATA       
First Line: By later tonight the fireworks of the storm
Last Line: My waking vigil to your deep dreaming sleep


NOON, FR. CUTTLEFISH BONES       
First Line: A contemplative siesta
Last Line: To find the jagged glass rim sharp as a knife


NORTH WIND       
First Line: And now those anxious grooves have gone
Last Line: Above the convulsions of earth, %and how you love your roots today


NORTH WIND       
First Line: The skips of anxiety ruffling


NOTHING SERIOUS       
First Line: Maybe summer has given up the ghost
Last Line: Thinking of cicadas. And it's his own fault %if he's unaware of the fact


NOW AND THEN, SUDDENLY       
Last Line: That each soon feels for his father


NOW THE CALM RETURNS, THE AIR       
Last Line: Pausing, driven by images below: %'farther, farther!'


O ANCIENT, I AM DRUNK ON THE VOICE       
Last Line: The waste of your abyss


O SCIROCCO, RABID GALE       
Last Line: This rootedness of mine %is torture


OFTEN I'VE ENCOUNTERED EVIL       
Last Line: Of noon, and the cloud, and the hawk that soars


OLD LINES       
First Line: I remember the moth that flew in
Last Line: As it falls to the sea


ON A LETTER NEVER WRITTEN       
First Line: Today, do the paired dolphins
Last Line: Breaks on the point, at finisterre


ON A LETTER UNWRITTEN, FR. FINISTERRE       
First Line: For the recurrent blueness of sea dawns
Last Line: Rockface, fishing for a message. The wave %emptily breaks on rocks at finisterre


ON A LOST CAT       
First Line: The poor little orphan
Last Line: Will fail of its own accord


ON AN UNWRITTEN LETTER       
First Line: Is it for tingling sunrises, for a few


ON AN UNWRITTEN LETTER       
First Line: Is it for a swarm of dawns, for a few
Last Line: Breaks on the point, at finisterre


ON THE GREVE       
First Line: Now I feast not just my eyes
Last Line: Your deep breathing wine


ON THE GREVE       
First Line: Now a glance no longer sustains [or, a glance alone cannot sustain] me
Last Line: Your deep, deep breath is wine


ON THE HIGHEST COLUMN       
First Line: Christ the judge, supposedly
Last Line: The column spoke the law through you alone


ON THE HIGHEST COLUMN       
First Line: He will have to get up there
Last Line: Spelled out the law only for you


ON THE LLOBREGAT       
First Line: From the incorruptible green of the camphot tree
Last Line: You had jammed down the accelerator


ON THE LLOBREGAT       
First Line: Out of the incorruptible green of the camphor tree
Last Line: But you'd stepped on the pedal suddenly


ON THE LLOBREGAT, FR. SNAPSHOTS AND DEDICATIONS       
First Line: Two notes, an interval of a major third
Last Line: Already you'd slammed down the accelerator


ON THE THRESHOLD       
First Line: Be happy if the wind inside the orchard
Last Line: Will be easy, my rancor less bitter


ORCHARD       
First Line: I don't know, sweet messenger
Last Line: Would find a single groove


PALIO       
First Line: Your flight, then, didn't fade out
Last Line: But the groove gets etched. Then nothing more


PARADES OF 1949       
First Line: Heat-lightning at the outset
Last Line: Cybele and her corybants


PERSONAE SEPARATAE       
First Line: Like the scale of gold that lifts off from
Last Line: Now at daybreak it's already night


PERSONAE SEPARATAE       
First Line: Like some golden scale which surfaces
Last Line: Night %already is half-way down


PERSONAE SEPARATAE, FR. FINISTERRE       
First Line: A split-off meltingly gold scale
Last Line: Then disappeared. In you a light still burns %above a dark that could be the first day


PERSONAE SEPARATE    Poem Text    
First Line: Like the golden scale that emerges
Last Line: Break, it's already almost night
Subject(s): World War I; First World War


PERSONAE SEPARATE       
First Line: Like the golden scale that emerges
Last Line: Light, today no longer, now that at day - %break, it's already almost night
Subject(s): World War I


PICO FARNESE ELEGY       
First Line: The pilgrims stopping over who have kept
Last Line: Young anacleto loads the guns again


PIROPO, IN CONCLUSION       
First Line: Your arms, so wondderful!
Last Line: When I die, come embrace me, %but take off your sweater first


POEMS FOR CAMILLO SBARBARO: 1. CAFE AT RAPALLO       
First Line: Christmas in the gleaming
Last Line: Where you and I will never graze again


POEMS FOR CAMILLO SBARBARO: 1. CAFE AT RAPALLO       
First Line: Christmas in the gleaming
Last Line: That for us is green no longer


POEMS FOR CAMILLO SBARBARO: 2. EPIGRAM       
First Line: Sbarbaro, whimsical lad, maker of varicolored
Last Line: Before it founders; nudge it to its cove of pebbles


POEMS FOR CAMILLO SBARBARO: 2. EPIGRAM       
First Line: Sbarbaro, whimsical boy, folds multiclolored
Last Line: Guide it to a little port of stones


POET       
First Line: Little breath is left me, but I hope to be able
Last Line: But one's form


POOL       
First Line: A smile of bella donna in bloom
Last Line: It was born, and died, it had no name


POOL       
First Line: A blooming belladonna smile
Last Line: It lived and died and never had a name


PRECAUTIONS       
First Line: Not incorrectly
Last Line: The only one available %was short


PRISONER'S DREAM       
First Line: Here few signs distinguish dawns from nights
Last Line: My dream of you isn't over


PRISONER'S DREAM       
First Line: Here dawns and twilights differ merely by motions
Last Line: My dreams of you is not yet over


PRISONER'S DREAM, FR. SILVAE       
First Line: Dawn lacks distinction here from night
Last Line: My dream of you will last all night


PROCESSIONS OF 1949       
First Line: Sultry lightning along the points of departure
Last Line: Pilgrims, cybele and the corybants


PROMENADE       
First Line: The wind picks up, the dark is torn to shreds
Last Line: On the long, long lashes of your look


PUNTA DEL MESCO       
First Line: In the sky above the quarry, scored at dawn
Last Line: Your childhood shattered my gunfire %lives again!


RACKETING CATCALLS SPIRAL DOWN       
Last Line: Shoot by toward the roaring waters


READING CAVAFY       
First Line: While nero sleeps placidly, in his
Last Line: I have never possessed mousetraps


RED LILY       
First Line: The red lily, if one day
Last Line: The harp of heaven, make death a friend


RED LILY       
First Line: If one day the red lily
Last Line: The celestial harp, to make death, for you, a friend


REED THAT SOFTLY       
Last Line: Two simple light beams crossing. %and time passes


REJOICE WHEN THE BREEZE THAT ENTERS THE ORCHARD       
Last Line: Will be slaked, my rancor less bitter


RETURN       
First Line: Here's mist and wild wind on the sandy
Last Line: Tarantula bite: I'm ready


RETURN       
First Line: The gusty siftings of the libeccio
Last Line: Tarantula bite; its venomous poison won


SARCOPHAGI       
First Line: Where are they going, the girls with little curls
Last Line: Circled by a ring of dancing hares


SARCOPHAGI: BUT WHERE IS THE LOVER'S TOMB       
Last Line: And rabbits dancing around it


SARCOPHAGI: THE FIRE CRACKLING       
Last Line: Provisions packed for the last journey spill %to the ground


SARCOPHAGI: WALK MORE WARILY NOW       
Last Line: Above the roof a cloud looms, %majestic


SARCOPHAGI: WHERE GIRLS WITH WAVY HAIR PASS BY       
Last Line: Jars of wine brimming on your shoulders


SCISSORS, DON'T CUT AWAY THAT FACE       
Last Line: And the wounded acacia shakes of %the shell of a cicada %into the mud of early november


SEA FRONT, FR. FINISTERRE       
First Line: The gust increases, the sky turns agate
Last Line: A short fuse on to each sweeping eyelash


SEACOASTS       
Last Line: That swathes you, coasts, %to flower again!


SEACOASTS       
First Line: Seacoasts, %a few spears of sawgrass
Last Line: That swathes you, seacoasts %flower anew!


SEASCAPE       
First Line: The wind rises, the dark is torn to shreds


SEASIDE       
First Line: The air rattles, the darkness is torn to shreds
Last Line: Is on the long, long lashes of your look


SEE THE SIGN; IT FLARES       
Last Line: Your life, your blood in my veins


SHADE OF THE MAGNOLIA       


SHADOW OF THE MAGNOLIA       
First Line: The shadow of the japanese magnolia
Last Line: Which leads you and into which I throw myself, mullet %leaptclear of water in the new moon. %goodbye
Subject(s): Scottish Translations


SHADOW OF THE MAGNOLIA       
First Line: The shadow of the japanese magnolia
Last Line: Leap into dryness under the new moon


SHADOW OF THE MAGNOLIA       
First Line: The shadow of the japanese magnolia
Last Line: A fish in the high dry air under the new moon


SHEARS, DON'T CUT AWAY THAT FACE       
Last Line: Into the first november mud


SHOOT STRETCHING FROM THE WALL       
Last Line: That cuts the water and leaves no trace


SHORE OF VERSILIA       
First Line: My dead, to whom I pray so they may pray
Last Line: Sea of muck and refuse
Variant Title(s): Coast Of Versili


SIROCCO, FR. NOONS AND SHADOWS       
First Line: The sirocco's raging dust
Last Line: I feel my immobility %lashed by the hot grit driven off the road


SIT THE NOON OUT, PALE AND LOST IN THOUGHT       
Last Line: With broken bottle shards imbedded in the top


SLOPE       
First Line: A blare of trumpets breaks
Last Line: Of horns is heard. A dissolution


SLOPE       
First Line: A sound of trumpets comes
Last Line: A wailing of horns, a fading


SOLILOQUY       
First Line: The canal flows silently %malodorously
Last Line: Nothing to satisfy the ravenous jaws %of the future


SOME MORNING PERHAPS       
First Line: Some morning perhaps, walking early in the air


SOMETIMES, COMING DOWN       
Last Line: Out of the hidden valley to the shore


SORAPIS, 40 YEARS AGO       
First Line: I've never liked the mountains much
Last Line: Youth is the vilest of deceptions


SPELLBOUND       
First Line: O stay closed and free in the islands
Last Line: Betrothed you to your god


SPIRIT THAT DISPENSES       
Last Line: Is there insisting, do re la sol sol


SPIRIT THAT SCATTERS ANCIENT       
Last Line: To other people who don't know you, %but your design is always there %insisting, do re la sol sol ..


SPLENDOR OF NOON OUTSPREAD       
Last Line: But happiness won is in the waiting


SQUALL / OF ANTIC FLEERING SWOOPS       
Last Line: Of blue-white arrows -- %two jays


SQUANDER, IF YOU WANT       
Last Line: This, and only this, is my meaning


STANZAS       
First Line: I can't locate the invisible point
Last Line: Damnation is perhaps this cyclonic %darkness come down upon whoever stays


STANZAS       
First Line: I'm searching vainly for the point the blood
Last Line: On those who remain


STORM       
First Line: The storm splattering the tough magnolia
Last Line: You waved to me - and stepped into darkness
Subject(s): World War I


STORM       
First Line: The storm that drums the hard
Last Line: Waved to me - and went into the dark


STORM       
First Line: The storm that trickles its long march
Last Line: You waved to me-and entered the dark


STORM, FR. FINISTERRE       
First Line: The storm streaming down on the hard
Last Line: A cloud of hair - %greeted me to step off into the dark


STRANDS OF HAIR...       
First Line: You mustn't push back the bangs which veil
Last Line: Merges with dawn, and hides it


SUDDENLY, AT TIMES, THERE COMES       
Last Line: May be the rancor, %o sea, that every son feels for his father


SUMMER       
First Line: The kestrel's filtered shadow leaves no trace
Last Line: Too many lives are needed to make one


SUMMER       
First Line: The crossed shadow of the kestrel seems unknown
Last Line: Too many lives go into making one


SUNFLOWER       
First Line: Bring me the sunflower to plant in my garden here
Last Line: Bring me that flower impassioned of the light
Subject(s): Sunflowers


SUNFLOWER, FR. CUTTLEFISH BONES       
First Line: Bring me the sunflower and I'll transplant
Last Line: Where all matter's transformed into essence, %its radial clockface feeding on the light


SWISS LAKE, SELS       
First Line: My little fox, at one time I, too
Last Line: He leads the way to the new fire, where he will burn


SYRIA       
First Line: The ancients said that poetry
Last Line: The way to aleppo


SYRIA       
First Line: The ancients said that poetry
Last Line: The way to aleppo


SYRIA, FR. SNAPSHOTS AND DEDICATIONS       
First Line: The ancients said that poetry
Last Line: Of blood on a boulder pointed %the way to aleppo


THE DEAD    Poem Text    
First Line: The sea that breaks on the opposite shore
Subject(s): Death; Sea; Dead, The; Ocean


THE EARRINGS    Poem Text    
First Line: The lampblack of the mirror holds
Subject(s): Earrings


THE EEL    Poem Text    
First Line: The eel, the siren
Subject(s): Eels


THE LEMON TREES    Poem Text    
First Line: Listen; the poets laureate
Subject(s): Lemons; Lemon Trees


THE SHADOW OF THE MAGNOLIA    Poem Text    
First Line: The shadow of the japanese magnolia
Subject(s): Scottish Translations


THE STORM    Poem Text    
First Line: The storm that trickles its long march
Subject(s): World War I; First World War


THE SUNFLOWER    Poem Text    
First Line: Bring me the sunflower to plant in my garden here
Subject(s): Sunflowers


THE WALL    Poem Text    
First Line: To lie in shadow on the lawn
Subject(s): Labor & Laborers; Work; Workers


THERE THE TRITONE SURGES       
Last Line: To find a face to wear


THERE TRITON SURGES       
Last Line: And assume a face


THINK BACK ON YOUR SMILE, AND FOR ME IT'S A CLEAR POOL       
Last Line: Sharp like the crest of a young palm


THIS CHRISTIAN WRANGLE THAT KNOWS ONLY       
Last Line: Will slake their thirst at a trickle of pity


THRUST AND REPLY       
First Line: Your letter, arsenio, finds me here
Last Line: The eagle is never born of the mouse


TIME AND TIMES       
First Line: There's no unique time, rather many tapes
Last Line: Have recognized each other in time to say, %not be-seeing-you, but goodbye


TIMES AT BELLOSGUARDO       
First Line: The horizon arches towards the hills
Last Line: And finds the serial to the mystery %with the fine point of a picklock


TIMES AT BELLOSGUARDO       
First Line: Oh how there in the glittering
Last Line: Desire can find the words!


TO LAZE AT NOON, PALE AND THOUGHTFUL       
Last Line: With jagged shards of broken bottles


TO LIUBA, LEAVING       
First Line: Not the cricket but the cat
Last Line: Rides out the flood - and is enough to save you


TO MY MOTHER       
First Line: Now that the choir of rock partridges
Last Line: Is a gesture of yours, too, in the shadow of the crosses


TO MY MOTHER       
First Line: Now that the chorus of the rock partridge
Last Line: Only one of your gestures in the shadow of the crosses


TO PASS THE NOON, INTENT AND PALE       
First Line: To pass the noon, intent and pale
Last Line: The top of which jagged bits of bottles run


TO SPEND THE AFTERNOON    Poem Text    
First Line: To spend the afternoon, absorbed and pale
Subject(s): Gardens & Gardening


TOWARDS FINISTERE, FR. SNAPSHOTS AND DEDICATIONS       
First Line: Stags bellowing in the rain at armor
Last Line: My proof's in your aquamarine pupils %which also point towards infinity


TOWARDS FINISTERRE       
First Line: With the bellowing of the stags in the breton rain
Last Line: That your eyes, circles of aquamarine, still look for him


TOWARDS SIENA       
First Line: How sad, that memory at its fullest
Last Line: Hurled lightning down on the rebel


TOWARDS SIENA, FR. SNAPSHOTS AND DEDICATIONS       
First Line: Once its course is determined, memory
Last Line: The lightning of his issue chars the pen


TOWER, SELS       
First Line: I have seen the black water bird
Last Line: Of blood grow muter, speechless


TRAIN, SELS       
First Line: The solferino ring-neck turtle doves
Last Line: Of fire blinded me to the other


TRAMONTANA, FR. NOONS AND SHADOWS       
First Line: Now that the fret of anxious ripples
Last Line: To which a later sun will give birth


TWIG THAT JUTS FROM THE WALL...       
Last Line: Leaves no wake in the water


TWO IN TWILIGHT       
First Line: An underwater brightness flows
Last Line: Two masks forcibly etched %with smiles


TWO IN TWILIGHT       
First Line: A watery brightness flows between you and me
Last Line: Which carve on their surfaces, with difficulty, %two smiles


UNDER THE RAIN    Poem Text    
First Line: A murmur; and your house is blurred


UNDER THE RAIN       
First Line: A murmur; and your house is blurred
Last Line: He strokes on his way towards the cape
Subject(s): Scottish Translations


UNDER THE RAIN       
First Line: A cloud-dash, and your house obscured by haze
Last Line: Lifting off from the misty pinnacle, %stroking its way towards the cape


UNTITLED       
First Line: I often met evil in life


UNTITLED       
First Line: I would have liked to feel scoured, bared


VALMORBIA, ACROSS YOUR GLENS CLOUD-BLOSSOMS       
Last Line: Memory, land that lightens


VALMORBIA, F5OWERING CLOUDS OF PLANTS       
Last Line: Land where night never comes


VENETIAN PROSE    Poem Text    
First Line: Only following orders
Subject(s): Miller, Arthur (1915-2005)


VENETIAN PROSE       
First Line: Only following orders
Last Line: Was still around to read his obituaries
Subject(s): Miller, Arthur (b. 1915)


VISIT TO FADIN       
First Line: Past madonna dell'orto, then under the
Last Line: Word, perhaps, was not among those that %are written down


VOICE ARRIVING WITH THE COOTS       
First Line: Since the road already travelled, if I turned back
Last Line: To take us back, to take us in


VOICE THAT CAME WITH THE COOTS       
First Line: Since the road traveled, if I look back, is longer
Last Line: To fill itself with us, to find us again


WALL       
First Line: To lie in shadow on the lawn
Last Line: With bits of broken bottles on its crest
Subject(s): Labor And Laborers


WE DON'T KNOW HOW WE'LL TURN UP       
Last Line: To a brother heart


WELL'S PULLEY CREAKS       
Last Line: Vision, a distance keeps us separate


WELL, FR. CUTTLEFISH BONES       
First Line: The handle creaks in cranking the well-shaft
Last Line: It's only for a moment that we're two


WHAT I ASK, MY LIFE, IS NOT FIRM       
Last Line: Is shattered by a shot


WHAT TOMORROW WILL BRING, JOYFUL       
Last Line: With salt-sea brine


WHAT YOU KNEW OF ME       
Last Line: I'd give it to you, gladly


WHAT YOU KNEW OF ME       
Last Line: And offer it to you


WHERE THE TENNIS COURT WAS...       
First Line: Where the tennis court once was, enclosed
Last Line: His 7 centime cavour


WHITE-AND-BLACK SINE       
Last Line: Your sweet threat consumes it


WHY ARE YOU WAITING? THE SQUIRREL IN THE PINE TREE       
Last Line: Nothing will end, or everything, if you, %the flash of lightning, leave the cloud


WHY WAIT? THE SQUIRREL BEATS HIS TORCH-TAIL       
Last Line: If, thunderbolt, you leave your cloud


WIND AND BANNERS       
First Line: The gust that lofted the brackish saltwater
Last Line: That starving men should keep such holiday


WIND AND FLAGS       
First Line: The gust that lifted the bitter scent
Last Line: Starved men are celebrating


WIND AND FLAGS, FR. MOVEMENTS       
First Line: The wind carries a scent of spray
Last Line: In the portent of evening wait %the scarlet and black messengers


WIND IN THE CRESCENT       
First Line: The muckle brig didna gang your wey
Last Line: And gart them flee abune the taurry daurk
Subject(s): Scottish Translations


WIND ON THE CRESCENT       
First Line: The great bridge didn't lead to you
Last Line: And houses over the pitch


WIND ON THE CRESCENT       
First Line: The big bridge did not lead to you
Last Line: And lifted them up, into the darkness


WIND ON THE HALFMOON       
First Line: The huge bridge did not lead to you


WINDLASS CREAKS IN THE WELL       
Last Line: Driving you from me


WINDOW AT FIESOLE, FR. FINISTERRE       
First Line: Insistently a cricket penetrates
Last Line: In its green whirl. Another transient gleam, %and in the scarlet ivies, other fires


WINTER LIGHT       
First Line: When I came down from the sky above palmyra
Last Line: I was new, and ashes


WINTER LIGHT       
First Line: When I came down from the sky of palmyra
Last Line: Which rose, I became new, burned to ashes


WINTER LIGHT, FR. SNAPSHOTS AND DEDICATIONS       
First Line: When I dropped down from the sky above
Last Line: And my brilliance burned to ashes


XENIA 1       
First Line: Little fly-like insect mosca
Last Line: That one or together we're still alone


XENIA 2       
First Line: Death didn't concern you
Last Line: Even if you knew it you couldn't see


XENIA: 1       
First Line: Dear little insect %whom we called mosca-I don't know why
Last Line: We are a single thing


XENIA: 2       
First Line: Death didn't concern you
Last Line: And perhaps you didn't know it


XENIA; 1964-1966 - IN MEMORY OF THE POET'S WIFE       
First Line: Dearest little fly
Last Line: To know that alone or together %we are a single thing


YOU KNOW IT       
First Line: You know it: I have to lose you again and I cannot
Last Line: Lost now, the only pledge I had, freely granted, %from you. %and hell is certain
Subject(s): Scottish Translations


YOU KNOW: I'M GOING TO LOSE YOU AGAIN       
Last Line: And hell is certain


YOU'VE NAMED A TREE FOR ME IT ISN'T NOTHING       
Last Line: Fleshy petals and the fire flares


YOUR FLIGHT       
First Line: If you appear in the fire
Last Line: Retrieve its true believer %from the dead?


YOUR FLIGHT       
First Line: Two lights will wrangle over your soul
Last Line: Its faithful one from among the dead?


YOUR HAND WAS TRYING THE KEYBOARD       
Last Line: And your winsome ignorance was mine, was ours


YOUR HAND WAS TRYING THE KEYBOARD       
Last Line: And your sweet ignorance was mine, was ours


[THE STRASBOURG CRICKET...]       
First Line: The strasbourg cricket drilling away at night
Last Line: Words -- and spoken for me