Poem of the Day. Amelia Rosselli

Redazione Italia, May 11, 2016.

Upon the hearing
of certain dissonances
in the slow moonlight

as that which frozen
neither of us understands
is out and above our hopes, perhaps
is true love, said the big-pipe as it
froze out. As slowly
with circumvolution the notes spake out
i shout my eyes and sang
slowly, slight nip
into the beat of all multitudes