Literature

My Venice – Poetry from Italy

Dear city adorned by skies

Of inscrutable empathy…

Donatella Nardin, a poetess from Venice, Italy, shares her poetry

Donatella Nardin- Italy-Sindh CourierDonatella Nardin was born and lives in Cavallino Treporti-Venice, Italy. After completing her classical education, she worked in the tourism field with managerial positions. Her poems and short stories, multi-awarded in numerous Literary Competitions, have been included in collective collections of several Publishing Houses, in Anthologies of Literary Competitions, in Italian and foreign magazines as well as in literary websites and blogs. Some of her lyrics have been translated into English, French, Chinese, Spanish, Romanian, Polish, Albanian and Japanese. In poetry she has published some collections. Short compilations of her lyrics have recently won the selections for the anthological volumes in Poland.

Palazzo_Corner_della_Ca'_Granda_Canal_Grande_Venezia
Palazzo Corner della Ca’ Grande, the seat of the metropolitan city

My Venice

I’d like to fill my hands

Of your lighter face,

Tie your splendid moons to my wrists

– Ah the beautiful, reflected moons

In the silent becoming -.

 

I would like to seal in the touch

– And in the lightning, in the tweak –

Waters, petals and birds,

Bending them into spikes

In the middle of my chest

 

Due to intimate and painful

Wisdom, I’d simple like

To let me live in your vertigo

 

Dear city adorned by skies

Of inscrutable empathy.

***

Awakenings

I look out of the windows

Of a water-dripping sunrise

As in a painting by Monet.

 

The skin awakens,

Clings to other skin

– The solitary one of daytime –

 

You will tell me the lilacs

I will tell you things about me

I can’t express

 

Bald head, bones hollowed

By all the things lost,

Gone away.

***

The desirous days

They taste of honey and vanilla

The desirous days

Spotted by light.

 

And us in the before and after

Slowly joining together

With light breezes

 

And torments, sucking

From impenetrated lips

Of nothingness

 

A crumb of grateful ecstasy.

Life kisses

The sweet sucking

 

It kisses its enchanted

Vision of finally being

Around its days

Recognized.

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Coordinated by Angela Kosta Executive Director of the Magazines: MIRIADE, NUANCES ON THE PANORAMIC CANVAS, BRIDGES OF LITERATURE, journalist, poet, essayist, publisher, literary critic, editor, translator, promoter

 

 

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