Stevenson’s Edinburgh - by
Robert Louis Stevenson,
/ the author in his jimjams,
/ wrote about the New Town,
/ its draughty parallelograms…
melancholia
In Memoriam 1971 - by
Certain women. And some young boys.
/ Women with some uncertainties
/ but something they knew about
/ that made them need to say something.
/ Two of…
Sonnet viii - by
My Lute, bee as thou wast when thou didst grow
/ With thy greene Mother in some shadie Grove,
/ When immelodious Windes but…
L’Infinito - by
Sempre caro mi fu quest’ermo colle,
/ e questa siepe, che da tanta parte
/ dell’ultimo orizzonte il guardo esclude.
/ Ma sedendo…
Things - by
There are worse things than having behaved foolishly in public.
/ There are worse things than these miniature betrayals,
/ committed or endured or…