Un pensiero per la giornata mondiale della poesia

Think of freedom, the oceans,
the heavens, the vast estuaries,
the snowfields that make you feel
sick of nostalgia, the wings
of those who fly, love of life.

Think of freedom, the universes,
the man whose journey leads them
whitin himself, the suns, the faded stars
that like the words
can still get their light
down to us.

Think of freedom, let her always

be born and have a house

whitin yourself: you too
will be father and son
of this universe

who welcomed  only those

who could deeply understand

what his infinite freedom is still for us.

Anna Porciani