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Nascosti Paroli
This is the place to which I go when words are few.
This is the place where I speak to my heart.
This is the place of hidden words.
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Men Loved Wholly Beyond Wisdom ~ Louise Bogan Men loved wholly...
Nascosti Paroli ― Men Loved Wholly Beyond Wisdom ~ Louise Bogan Men loved wholly beyond wisdom Have the staff without the banner, Like a fire in a dry thicket, Rising within women’s eyes Is the love men must return. Heart, so subtle now, and trembling, What a marvel... (more)
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Posted 20 days ago
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Milkweed ~ James Wright While I stood here, in the open, lost in...
Nascosti Paroli ― Milkweed ~ James Wright While I stood here, in the open, lost in myself, I must have looked a long time Down the corn rows, beyond grass, The small house, White walls, animals lumbering toward the barn. I look down now. It is all changed. Whatever it... (more)
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Posted 21 days ago
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Poppies on the Wheat ~ Helen Hunt Jackson Along Ancona’s...
Nascosti Paroli ― Poppies on the Wheat ~ Helen Hunt Jackson Along Ancona’s hills the shimmering heat, A tropic tide of air with ebb and flow Bathes all the fields of wheat until they glow Like flashing seas of green, which toss and beat Around the vines. The poppies... (more)
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Posted 22 days ago
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Chinoiseries by Amy Lowell  Reflections When I looked into your...
Nascosti Paroli ― Chinoiseries by Amy Lowell  Reflections When I looked into your eyes, I saw a garden With peonies, and tinkling pagodas, And round-arched bridges Over still lakes. A woman sat beside the water In a rain-blue, silken garment. She reached through the... (more)
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Posted 22 days ago
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Bale-Fire by Robin Robertson Each watcher wears a lighted...
Nascosti Paroli ― Bale-Fire by Robin Robertson Each watcher wears a lighted mask blazoned with the fire’s gust, like a birthmark cast from the kiln. Heat in waves, in flames splashing, and plumes, black plumes.  Sparks go up like spindrift, crackling into the cold... (more)
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Posted on Sep 27th, 2011
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‘Static’ by Robin Robertson The storm shakes out its...
Nascosti Paroli ― ‘Static’ by Robin Robertson The storm shakes out its sheets against the darkening window: the glass flinches under thrown hail. Unhinged, the television slips its hold, streams into black and white then silence, as the lines go down. Her... (more)
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Posted on Sep 25th, 2011
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Rondeau After a Transatlantic Telephone Call by: Marilyn...
Nascosti Paroli ― Rondeau After a Transatlantic Telephone Call by: Marilyn Hacker Love, it was good to talk to you tonight. You lather me like summer though. I light up, sip smoke. Insistent through walls comes the downstairs neighbor’s double-bass. It thrums like... (more)
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Posted on Sep 16th, 2011
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Adult ~ Linda Gregg I’ve come back to the country where I...
Nascosti Paroli ― Adult ~ Linda Gregg I’ve come back to the country where I was happy changed. Passion puts no terrible strain on me now. I wonder what will take the place of desire. I could be the ghost of my own life returning to the places I lived best. Walking... (more)
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Posted on Sep 15th, 2011
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Bellrope ~ Robert Morgan The line through the hold in the...
Nascosti Paroli ― Bellrope ~ Robert Morgan The line through the hold in the dank vestibule ceiling ended in a powerful knot worn slick, swinging in the breeze from those passing. Half an hour before the service Uncle Allen pulled the call to worship, hauling down the... (more)
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Posted on Jul 25th, 2011
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Eye Mask ~ Denise Levertov In this dark I rest, unready for the...
Nascosti Paroli ― Eye Mask ~ Denise Levertov In this dark I rest, unready for the light which dawns day after day, eager to be shared. Black silk, shelter me. I need more of the night before I open eyes and heart to illumination. I must still grow in the dark like a... (more)
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Posted on Jul 23rd, 2011
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Magnolia Basin ~ Wang Wei On branch tips the hibiscus bloom. The...
Nascosti Paroli ― Magnolia Basin ~ Wang Wei On branch tips the hibiscus bloom. The mountains show off red calices. Nobody. A silent cottage in the valley. One by one flowers open, then fall. (more)
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Posted on Jul 7th, 2011
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Dusk In My Backyard ~ Keith Wilson (San Miguel, NM) Â The long...
Nascosti Paroli ― Dusk In My Backyard ~ Keith Wilson (San Miguel, NM)  The long black night moves over my walls: inside a candle is lighted by one of my daughters.  Even from here I can see the illuminated eyes, bright face of a child before flame.  It’s... (more)
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Posted on Jul 5th, 2011
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Orchards In July ~ Zbigniew Machej Waters from cold springs and...
Nascosti Paroli ― Orchards In July ~ Zbigniew Machej Waters from cold springs and glittering minerals tirelessly wander. Patient, unceasing, they overcome granite, layers of hungry gravel, iridescent precincts of clay. If they abandon themselves to the black roots itâ... (more)
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Posted on Jul 3rd, 2011
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Seen Fleetingly, From A Train ~ Bronislaw Maj Seen fleetingly,...
Nascosti Paroli ― Seen Fleetingly, From A Train ~ Bronislaw Maj Seen fleetingly, from a train: a foggy evening, strands of smoke hanging immobile over fields, the humid blackness of earth, the sun almost set—against its fading shield, far away, two dots: women in... (more)
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Posted on Jul 2nd, 2011
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I Met The Rain ~ Louise Driscoll I met the rain today in an open...
Nascosti Paroli ― I Met The Rain ~ Louise Driscoll I met the rain today in an open place, The young rain, adventuring, as she came along. Her dress was all of silver, she had a smiling face, And she sang to the dusty trees, a little song. Â The dusty trees were glad... (more)
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Posted on Jun 29th, 2011
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