After a while I knew
That I would have still your eyes
Staring at mine, filling them up,
Making them beautiful.
Alessandro Russo, a poet from Castellammare di Stabia, Naples, Italy shares his poetry
Alessandro Russo, born on July 26, 1979 in Castellammare di Stabia, Naples – Italy, is the author of several books of poetry and has been awarded many national and international poetry awards.
THE CURVES OF THE EYES
After a while I knew
That I would have still your eyes
Staring at mine, filling them up,
Making them beautiful.
I stopped everything, shaped all the stairs
That ran up
The spells of the expectation,
And on each step, and at each flight turn
There was a thought of us
That arrived or came back.
I didn’t see anymore, over, above or under
Your eyes, and thought
That everyone should gaze at them
I knew that the stairs can go down too
And that those eyes could hurt,
But I couldn’t imagine that, also I
Could have stared with the same eyes,
Stare at you with the same eyes.
***
MY SEAMSTRESS, MOTHER OF MINE
You smile at your thoughts
When they bare come,
You fit their figure
And define the garment
That most suits them,
Sewing words
That can tell them
Without stiffening,
Without constraining them
To rise on tiptoe
To lengthen
Some short reason.
***
SHARPENING THE CROSS AND CRESCENT MOON
Two brothers were waiting
Impatiently the moon
With their shoulders leaned against a tree
That seemed to broaden its arms
To shape a cross with its branches.
The tree started strip of green
Laying bare an omen,
Right there where once
Was driven a wooden pole
With another pole crossed on top
As a foul crown
The moon arrived
But only half,
And the younger brother
Caught it like a scimitar,
Pointing at the other
Who meanwhile uprooted
The tree, seized it
Like a sword
The blood of that night
Became mulch
That still is nourishing
What everybody calls
The Holy Land.
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Received from Angela Kosta Executive Director of MIRIADE Magazine, Academic, journalist, writer, poet, essayist, literary critic, editor, translator
