2009 Collection Liberty Falls

Voices from the hill

Edgar Master Lee

(1869, Kansas-1950, Pennsylvania)

Spoon River Anthology

Einaudi

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Published for the first time in Italy by Einaudi in 1943, discovered by Cesare Pavese, translated by Fernanda Pivano. On the hill is the cemetery, every grave conceals, stores, shows a life.

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Minerva Jones

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I am Minerva, the poetess of the village,

booed, jeered by the villain of the road

for my awkward body, his eyes squinted, and pace off

and so much more when "Butch" Weldy

me taken after a brutal fight.

I surrender to my fate with Doctor Meyers;

and I sank into death, freezing from feet to face, as

who falls in water ice.

Will someone go to the newspaper,

and collect the verses I wrote? -

I was so hungry for love!

I was so hungry for life!

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I am Minerva, the village poetess,

Hooted at, jeered at by the Yahoos of the street

For my heavy body, cock-eye, and rolling walk,

And all the When more "Butch" Weldy Captured me

after a brutal hunt.

He left me to do my with Doctor Meyers;

And I sank into death, growing numb from the feet up,

Like one stepping deeper and deeper into a stream of ice.

Will some one go to the village newspaper,

And gather into a book the verses I wrote? -

I thirsted so for love!

I hungered so for life!

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Doctor Meyer

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Nessuno, tranne il dottor Hill,

more than I did for the people of this city.

And all the weak, the crippled, the thwarted,

and who could not pay flocked to me.

I was comfortable on Dr. Meyers from a good heart.

I was healthy, happy, prosperous,

had a congenial companion, children and adults,

all married, and place in the world.

But one night, Minerva, the poetess,

came to me in trouble, crying.

I tried to help her - she died.

Mi accusarono, i giornali mi coprirono d'infamia,

mia moglie morì di crepacuore.

Mi finì la polmonite.

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No other man, unless it was Doc Hill,

Did more for people in this town than I.

And all the weak, the halt, the improvident

And those who could not pay flocked to me.

I was good-hearted, easy Doctor Meyers.

I was healthy, happy, in comfortable fortune,

Blessed with a congenial mate, my children raised,

All wedded, doing well in the world.

And then one night, Minerva, the poetess,

Came to me in her trouble, crying.

I tried to help her out - she died -

They indicted me, the newspapers disgraced me,

My wife perished of a broken heart.

And pneumonia finished me.

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How Do You Fix The Pitchers On Poptropica

When I see your dream shine in your eyes I'll tell you.

'Here is where your treasure is, there also will your heart'. Part

the usual game.
"Jovanotti,"
No. "
" Max Pezzali?
No. "
" Elisa? "
" No. Further back ... "
"Baptists?"
No. "
" There! "
Shout from the bottom, spreading his arms in a flourish as a prelude to the triumph
" Uncle Scrooge! "
The class bursts into laughter.
Even Gandalf smiles, is silent. We fixed and then says
"Jesus Christ."
"What does the phrase?"
"It means that when we seem to not think about anything, we really think about what is important to us. Love is a kind of gravity: the invisible and universal, such as physics. Inevitably, our hearts, our eyes, our words, without realizing it they end up there, on what we love, like apple with gravity. "
" And if we do not like anything? "
" Impossible. Can you imagine the earth without gravity? O space without gravity? It would be a continuous bumper cars. Even those who think they do not like nothing like anything. And his thoughts are there, without realizing it. The point is not whether we like it or not, but what we love. Men always love something: beauty, intelligence, money, health, God .. "
" How do I love God, who is untouchable? "
" God is touched. "
" Where? " "
" In his body, with the Eucharist. "
" But Professor, that's a saying ... image ... "
" And you think I can life game for a figure of speech? And what you love, Leo, what do you think when you do not think of anything? "
" I think the red. "
Someone laughs by pretending to have caught a joke that I did.
Gandalf realized that I'm not joking.
"And how is it red?"
"How his hair ..."
Gandalf stares at me in the eye, or rather: in his eyes. Smiles
"For me it is so ..."
"And how?"
"As his blood."
Go to the blackboard and writes in silence: ' My love is white and ruddy'
It restarts the game.


... but I'm glad I have this dream.
When talks about the eyes shine, shine like the eyes of the dreamer when he explains. As shining eyes of Alexander the Great, Michelangelo, Dante .
According me what the dream is right. I ask you to look at my eyes and tell me when you shine, so maybe I find my dream while I'm talking about something and maybe I'm distracted and not notice it.
you're there.

DA

[ milk-white, as red as blood]

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of Wislawa Szymborska

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Scheiwiller Books - 2002

by Pietro Marchesani

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Nothing twice

(1957)

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Nothing happens twice

not happen. For this reason

born without experience, without assefuazione

die.

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Even the most obtuse to the students of the school

to repeat the planet is not given

seasons of the past.

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Not a day that will accrue

not equal two nights the same, no two kisses alike

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or two looks unaltered.

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Yesterday, when your name

someone has given

it seemed to me that a rose bloom

on the pavement.

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Today, we are together,

I turned my eyes elsewhere.

A rose. But how? Maybe

stone, or maybe flowers?

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For you, now evil,

come on fear and uncertainty?

There you are - so you need to go.

past - and therein lies the beauty.

. We will

harmony,

smiling, arms, though we are different

as two drops of water.

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