All our words
are but crumbs
that fall down
from the feast of the mind.
Tutte le parole
non sono che briciole
cadute dal banchetto
dello spirito.
Related Posts:
- Blaga Dimitrova - Cercami nelle parole / Look for me…
- Alda Merini - Laggiù dove morivano i dannati / Down…
- Antonia Pozzi - Riflessi/Reflections
- Thomas Hardy - Toni neutri / Neutral tones
- Jaroslav Seifert - To be a Poet
- Guillaume Apollinaire – My friend, I think about you
- Octavio Paz - Parole / Words
- Khalil Gibran - from Letter to Nakhli
- Joseph Brodsky - Lullaby of Cape Cod
- José Saramago - Call you rose
- Khalil Gibran (1883-1931)
- Percy Bysshe Shelley –Mutability (The flower that…