You stitched promises of deep secrets
Like the archer with just one leap.
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.
Memories
Unexpected among the lights of your youth,
Without deception,
Like a horizon that I chose for its perfume,
Among all that I could not
Hold back, explosions and diagrams.
You stitched promises of deep secrets
Like the archer with just one leap.
I ran towards your shoes
For your impudent foot.
The blink that traces your profile
Is like a woodworm that in the dazzle
Pierces my memory.
***
Vortex
You might return just a moment!
Long enough to let me try to plunge myself
In your pupils and merge with you
In the unknown vortex of eternity.
***
Surprise
By surprise I recollect the comfort
Of your word,
While you come to my side in the shadows
Simulating a presence that fades away
In the uncertain touch of colors.
That same violence marked the farewell
When I tried to confuse the threats
Blown up by the deception.
The embers will not be enough to wipe away
The sweetness that consumed silences
And gently predicted abandonment.
***
Doubt
As in a vertigo
Memories get relentlessly deleted.
One by one as they vanish
They carve the chords of nostalgia
In the fog moving forward.
Everything is in the puzzle of a facemask
Patching the unrepeatable details
In the time gathering regret.
Already tired and faded
Even the gaze becomes an incinerator.
***
Cycle
I have finished my cycle!
I leave a checkmark on the last page
To seal the lost time
And the spark jumped out of the incognita.
I would like to close it here, in the dim light
Of a drizzling evening
To finally break the bars
That came upon me.
Yet you surrendered in the moment of weakness
To the allurements of the calling voice
Of a deceiving crowd.
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