I confess the unchanging nature of my destiny
Intent on defending castles
In the ancient loneliness of secrets.
Antonio Spagnuolo, a renowned poet from Naples, Italy, shares his poetry
Antonio Spagnuolo was born in Naples, Italy on 21 July 1931. In the 1980s he founded and directed the magazine “Prospettive Culturali”, to which distinguished authors and scholars collaborated. He was a member of the editorial staff of the magazine “Realtà” in the same period of other well-known authors such as Aldo Capasso and Lionello Fiumi. Later, he founded and directed the magazine ‘Iride’. He is the founder of the series of books ‘L’assedio della poesia’, which he directed from 1991 to 2006. He published nationally known poets and writers such as Gilberto Finzi, Gio Ferri, Giorgio Bàrberi Squarotti, Massimo Pamio, Ettore Bonessio di Terzet, Giuliano Manacorda, Alberto Cappi, Dante Maffia and others. He attends numerous national and international exhibitions of visual poetry, and his works have been included in many anthologies. He collaborates with cultural journals and magazines. He currently directs the book series “Le parole della Sybilla” for Kairòs editore and the online magazine “poetrydream”). He chairs “L’assedio della poesia 2020” award. His works have been translated into French, English, Modern Greek, Yugoslavian, Spanish, Romanian, Arabic, and Turkish. Antonio Spagnuolo has published several books. He lives in Naples. He is a retired doctor, and many times awarded for his long experience in poetry.
Destiny
I confess the unchanging nature of my destiny
Intent on defending castles
In the ancient loneliness of secrets.
A lie replicates fragments
Of a veiled plate that every day
Wraps hope in the balm
Reverting to the horizon.
Late repentance for a praise
Fraught with advice beyond the border.
Now the fog rolled up on a knife blade
Recalls the traces of those who
Knew transparencies
And conceals even a tombstone.
Yours!
***
Mount Echia, the place where the polis of Parthenope arose
Sobbing
A few more days, then I leave
The last emotions of the limbs
The deceptions of the mind
Sealed several times between the lips,
The varied occasions of fascinating spells,
The trembling of the muscles,
Silently dissolving into the ether!
The faded dream gets trapped in this way.
Listen to the rustle of the leaves,
It gently recalls the murmur
That I use to hide the sob
That keeps repeating the surprise of elsewhere.
***
The End
The swarm of days was sudden like a flash!
When you realize at the end that all
You can do is gathering the last moves
Is a bet against
The advance of nothingness.
I am dying! I pursue your profile
But I still want to tell you that I love you.
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