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Born in July 5, 1949 / Italy / Italian

Poems by Pier Giorgio Di Cicco

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Afternoons in May

... On this side of Toronto the lake is seethingwith promises to itself ...

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America

... ious stars,they remember with affectionthe tough romance their hands build nothing without ...

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Brain Litany: Or, Overlooking the Existential Factor

... uld cryShow me those pigsShow me those coconutsTHE ABRIDGED CARTESIAN VERSIONI think, therefore I am ...

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Cowboy on Horse in Desert

... lasses on or not,I can see you clearly,unlike what I have made of myself,where you have found a home ...

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The Exile

... ouse& think of a young boy running in & outthrough the doors of darkness, calling hisfriends by name ...

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Flying Deeper into the Century

... , every feather of each wingabsolution, if only I were less than human, not angrylike a beaten thing ...

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God and the Fifties

... in the schoolyard and things welater called scars but were like theColorado River carving the heart ...

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he fell into my arms and said

... i held thegrandfather's head to my own, like ahorrified brother faced with anunconditional god ...

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I Want You to See

... ing, holding my hand on a winter night, notice the look inmy eyes, now close it all up and walk away ...

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Imbiancato

... tion between uswhere I offer you my tearsand you will raise them like a river betweenstars and stars ...

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Male Rage Poem

... not a Woman, but let's have dinneranyway, let's fuck with our eyes closed andswap roles for an hour ...

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The Most Extraordinary Women in the World

... them,uncomprehending fish that mouth the strange wordslike relationship, perhaps, except, attachment ...

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The Poetry Bus

... ay place, that never gets backto us by word of mouth, since it'salways the last place we left behind ...

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The Priest

... ant to move throughhousehold furniture and have supperbut not belonging has taken you to an abstract ...

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The Science Masquerade

... holes, the haloes ofastral bodies, virtual particles, ecclesiasticaltouches on the mechanistic level ...