A last handshake

To greet my rivers,

From the Mesima to the Petrace,

By now deprived of life.

Tassone Rocco Giuseppe, an eminent Italian poet and historian, shares his poetry

Tassone Rocco Giuseppe is an Italian poet, historian and essayist with 80 published books, knight of the Italian Republic and various honorary appointments throughout the career. His works have been translated and published in several countries both in anthologies and in international journals. He is the founder of the Ponti University with the Society he chairs and of various historical-literary competitions.

LEAVE

A last handshake

To greet the sun that will continue

To rise and set.

A last handshake

To greet the hawthorn flourishing

The emigrating of the swallows,

The dancing of a dragon-fly,

My Sour Mountains

And my rugged bluffs.

A last handshake

To greet my rivers,

From the Mesima to the Petrace,

By now deprived of life.

A last handshake

To greet my world

Of paper and of ink

That has bent my back

And made my eyes tired.

A last handshake

To greet the country,

Between the olives there on the hill,

To which I due

Some ashes that today

Pay back homage to them.

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SUNSET

And, with last

Caress,

The sun blinded

The sea!

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SMALL AND WORLDWIDE SENSATIONS

So, when that day will come,

Now that my looks in the past

Rather than in the future,

I need to go away alone:

Neither crying nor a tear

Thinking at nothing

Because I know all will end.

While the Universe will go around

In the time and in the Eternity

Pleased with a meaningless little bit

Of have been, for a certain period

A planetary element!

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