{"id":8910,"date":"2019-03-23T10:53:36","date_gmt":"2019-03-23T08:53:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=8910"},"modified":"2019-03-23T10:58:42","modified_gmt":"2019-03-23T08:58:42","slug":"cose-mai-la-poesia-what-is-poetry-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=8910","title":{"rendered":"Cos’\u00e8 mai la Poesia…? \/ What is Poetry …?"},"content":{"rendered":"

Cos’\u00e8 mai la Poesia…? \/ What is Poetry …?<\/p>\n

Cos\u2019\u00e8 mai la Poesia
\nse non un\u2019emozione
\ndel cuore, scritta
\ncon l\u2019inchiostro
\ndell\u2019anima,
\nnel intonso bianco cielo
\nd’un foglio?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Si sveglia nel
\ncuore della notte
\ne pulsa, e freme
\nimpaziente al lume di candela
\no ai primi cinguettio del mattino:
\ncome uccellino ancora implume
\ndal nido vuol alzarsi
\ne in un canto alto levarsi in volo.<\/p>\n

Nell\u2019albe d\u2019ogni et\u00e0
\ne d\u2019ogni tempo
\n\u00e8 impaziente…
\nGermoglia con il gelo o in pieno sole
\nti grandina nell\u2019anima
\nnel tormento di un\u2019insonnia.
\nHa sembiante di rondine.
\nMa a volte no:
\nA volte \u00e8 nera
\ncome un corvo
\ned esala tristezza e pena.<\/p>\n

Altre, ha levit\u00e0 e colori
\ndi farfalla a primavera.
\nSi posa e s\u2019annida
\nsu ogni ramo d\u2019anima
\nsu ogni fiore che l\u2019accoglie
\ncome un\u2019ape la feconda
\ncon la sua gioia:
\nla tormenta di melanconia.<\/p>\n

Instancabile.
\nImmortale.
\nNasce ovunque,
\nsenza distinzioni
\nnel cuore di una capanna
\ntra i marmi di un palazzo
\nnelle piazze affollate
\no negli ermi in riva al mare.
\nNon distingue tra le genti
\ncontagia e vaga senza sosta.<\/p>\n

Ogni tanto presa da improvvisa urgenza
\nsenza un foglio e con un lapis inumidito
\nal primo passante che incontra chiede:
\n“permette la sua mano…
\nmi sta nascendo una poesia!”<\/p>\n

Grazia Montanaro Lombardi<\/a>
\n————————————-
\nWhat is Poetry …?<\/p>\n

What is Poetry?
\nif not an emotion
\nof the heart, written
\nwith ink
\nsoul,
\nin the blank white sky
\nof a sheet?<\/p>\n

it wakes up in the
\nmiddle of the night
\nand pulses, and quivers
\nlooking forward to candlelight
\nor the first morning chirping:
\nas a featherless bird
\nfrom the nest it wants to get up
\nand in a high song take flight.<\/p>\n

In the dawn of every age
\nand every time
\nis impatient …
\nSprouts with frost or in full sun
\nhails you in the soul
\nin the torment of an insomnia.
\nIt has the appearance of a swallow.
\nBut sometimes not:
\nSometimes it’s black
\nlike a crow
\nand exhales sadness and pain.<\/p>\n

Other time, it has the levity and colours
\nof butterfly in spring.
\nIt rests and nests
\non each soul branch
\non every flower that welcomes it
\nlike a bee fertilizes it
\nwith his joy:
\nthe storm of melancholy.<\/p>\n

Tireless.
\nImmortal.
\nBorn everywhere,
\nwithout distinction
\nin the heart of a hut
\namong the marbles of a palace
\nin crowded squares
\nor in the golden sand by the sea.
\nIt does not distinguish between people
\ninfects and wanders without pause.<\/p>\n

Every now and then taken by sudden urgency
\nwithout a sheet and with a wet pencil
\nthe first passer-by met, it is asked:
\n“allow your hand…
\na poem is being born to me!”…<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

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