Poems from Italy by Gianfranco Aurilio

06 September 2019
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Gianfranco Aurilio was born in Rome, Italy. After graduating in a Humanities-centred secondary school, he earned his Law degree from the University of Rome. He has written thirteen collections of poetry and his poetry has been published in several national and international anthologies and magazines.



Soldier of war


“Hold me

for just one more night

before I leave

to become a soldier of war

and don’t cry tonight.

Keep your tears

and sow them

by the lime-tree

in the shade of which

I loved you.

I will come back to pick the shoots

and adorn your hair

before the fruit

of your womb is born.”

Years went by

shoots blossomed

and every day a child

comes and picks a leaf

to put it under his pillow

and fall asleep saying

“Good night, Dad.”



Our virtues


I saw the stars

of the Big Dipper

from the city

and then I went to the seaside,

hoping to see them again

and they were there

waiting for me.

I asked them how they had managed

to get there before me

and they replied

that one must

stay still and steady

if they want to run fast.



In silence


I was in the forest

and there was silence

all around me.


just for a moment

I stopped to listen

in silence to the silence

and I heard

a brook flowing

an acorn falling

a bird singing

the wind caressing the leaves

a squirrel squeaking

the grass stirring

the branches waving

twigs snapping.

Just for a moment


I started walking again


no longer in silence.



Under a mantle of stars


Under a mantle of stars

I lay myself down

to listen to the silence

which was calling me from above.

I wandered through the sky

looking for the end of it

without being able to imagine it

and only then

I stopped trying to understand.



Our road


Each of us has

our own road to travel

but it's up to us

to embellish the roadside

with flowers and fragrances

and fill it with trees

so we can walk in the shade.



The smile of the sky


“I'm smiling at you.”

the sky said to me

but there was only a quarter moon

and I didn't understand.

“Bow your head.”

he then said to me.

“One needs to be able to see

from every angle

in order to find beauty

where it seems like there is none.”

I bowed my head

and the sky was smiling at me.

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