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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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Afternoon ~ Carlos de Oliveira The afternoon was...

Afternoon ~ Carlos de Oliveira The afternoon was...

Nascosti Paroli ― Afternoon ~ Carlos de Oliveira The afternoon was striving without a sound in the happy realm of its high clouds, conjugating shimmerings and shudderings, rhyming the tenuous vibrations of the world, when I saw the poem put together on the heights... (more)
 Diana Lee ― Posted on Jun 16th, 2011
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Roses ~ Louise Driscoll You write to me about roses, About roses...

Roses ~ Louise Driscoll You write to me about roses, About roses...

Nascosti Paroli ― Roses ~ Louise Driscoll You write to me about roses, About roses opening as roses die. Always, you say, there are roses, So that people get used to them And cease to wonder. Now I am on a hilltop, Bare, with a few pine trees Twisted by an... (more)
 Diana Lee ― Posted on Jun 15th, 2011
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On the occasion of his 123rd birthday: Countless Lives Inhabit...

On the occasion of his 123rd birthday: Countless Lives Inhabit...

Nascosti Paroli ― On the occasion of his 123rd birthday: Countless Lives Inhabit Us ~ Fernando Pessoa (in the guise of Ricardo Reis) Vivem em nós inúmeros;Se penso ou sinto, ignoroQuem é que pensa ou sente.Sou somente o lugarOnde se sente ou pensa.Tenho mais almas... (more)
 Diana Lee ― Posted on Jun 14th, 2011
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from ‘Shepherd in Love’ by Fernando Pessoa (in the...

from ‘Shepherd in Love’ by Fernando Pessoa (in the...

Nascosti Paroli ― from ‘Shepherd in Love’ by Fernando Pessoa (in the guise of Alberto Caeiro) Love is a company. I no longer know how to walk the roads alone, For I’m no longer able to walk alone. A visible thought makes me walk faster And see less, and at the... (more)
 Diana Lee ― Posted on Jun 1st, 2011
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My poem, ‘After Birth’ read by Abi Baker: I want...

Nascosti Paroli ― My poem, ‘After Birth’ read by Abi Baker: I want you to love me, words, once you’ve been set free by me I want you to look adoringly up at me from your still-wet black ink afterbirth and know I’ve bled for you I want you to... (more)
 Diana Lee ― Posted on May 7th, 2011
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My poem “Fallen Angel” read by the lovely Abigail...

Nascosti Paroli ― My poem “Fallen Angel” read by the lovely Abigail Baker aka @The_Linnet . lay your body down on the cool night grass be still until you feel the earth tilt beneath you until you hear nothing but the eloquence of stars until you see beyond... (more)
 Diana Lee ― Posted on May 6th, 2011
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Fernando Pessoa in the guise of Alberto Caeiro              ...

Fernando Pessoa in the guise of Alberto Caeiro              ...

Nascosti Paroli ― Fernando Pessoa in the guise of Alberto Caeiro                from ~ The Keeper of Sheep I’m a keeper of sheep. The sheep are my thoughts And each thought a sensation. I think with my eyes and my ears And with my hands and feet And... (more)
 Diana Lee ― Posted on Apr 9th, 2011
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Ludic ~ Robin Robertson She felt like liver in the spilling...

Ludic ~ Robin Robertson She felt like liver in the spilling...

Nascosti Paroli ― Ludic ~ Robin Robertson She felt like liver in the spilling dark and I was hard as an arm,   lopped at the wrist, raw and rich still with the lucid milt.   We gape and we are healed: her mouth on me like wind on an open wound. (more)
 Diana Lee ― Posted on Apr 2nd, 2011
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Thank you for the follow. Every once in a blue moon I find a blog, that I find makes my heart race, and my breath...

Nascosti Paroli ― Thank you so much for your kind words and for the follow as well.  All of my post are done under the... (more)
 Diana Lee ― Posted on Apr 2nd, 2011
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Poem ~ Mario Cesariny de Vasconcelos Light happens when shadows...

Poem ~ Mario Cesariny de Vasconcelos Light happens when shadows...

Nascosti Paroli ― Poem ~ Mario Cesariny de Vasconcelos Light happens when shadows are eliminated Shadows are what exist shadows have their own exhaustive life not on this side or that side of life but in its very heart intensely loving  insanely beloved and they... (more)
 Diana Lee ― Posted on Apr 2nd, 2011
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In The Sea Caves ~ Giorgos Seferis  In the sea...

In The Sea Caves ~ Giorgos Seferis In the sea...

Nascosti Paroli ― In The Sea Caves ~ Giorgos Seferis In the sea caves there’s a thirst there’s a love there’s an ecstasy all hard like shells you can hold them in your palm. In the sea cavesfor whole days I gazed into your eyesand I didn’t know you nor did... (more)
 Diana Lee ― Posted on Apr 2nd, 2011
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After a Day We Stay in Bed Until the Sun is Close to Setting ~...

After a Day We Stay in Bed Until the Sun is Close to Setting ~...

Nascosti Paroli ― After a Day We Stay in Bed Until the Sun is Close to Setting ~ Lyn Lifshin He drives home thru the black trees with a poem about me that will make him famous starting in his fingers. He wishes the wheel was his Olympia typewriter. He needs to get... (more)
 Diana Lee ― Posted on Mar 2nd, 2011
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Mid-August at Sourdough Mountain Lookout ~ Gary Snyder Down...

Mid-August at Sourdough Mountain Lookout ~ Gary Snyder Down...

Nascosti Paroli ― Mid-August at Sourdough Mountain Lookout ~ Gary Snyder Down valley a smoke haze Three days heat, after five days rain Pitch glows on the fir-cones Across rocks and meadows Swarms of new flies.   I cannot remember things I once read A few friends,... (more)
 Diana Lee ― Posted on Feb 28th, 2011
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A Loon Call ~ Richard Eberhart Rowing between Pond and...

A Loon Call ~ Richard Eberhart Rowing between Pond and...

Nascosti Paroli ― A Loon Call ~ Richard Eberhart Rowing between Pond and Western Islands As the tide was coming in Creating, for so long, two barred islands, At the end of August, fall nip in the air, I sensed something upon me, Everywhere I felt it in my flesh... (more)
 Diana Lee ― Posted on Feb 27th, 2011
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Fernando Pessoa A piano on my street… Children playing...

Fernando Pessoa A piano on my street… Children playing...

Nascosti Paroli ― Fernando Pessoa A piano on my street… Children playing outside… A Sunday, and the sun Shining golden with joy…   My sorrow that makes me Love all that’s indefinite… Though I had little in life, It pains me to have lost it.   But my life... (more)
 Diana Lee ― Posted on Feb 21st, 2011