Three poems of Anna Maria Dall’Olio

01 November 2019
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She has been teaching English in Italian high schools since 1987.

She devoted herself to fiction, poetry and playwriting.

In 2005 she was ranked second in "Hanojo - via Rendevuo", a Vietnamese cultural competition for the millennial celebration of Hanoj (1010-2010). Moreover, she was ranked first/second/third in lots of literary competitions for her Italian poems (2006-2018).

She published a short novel, “Segreti” (“Secrets”, 2018). Besides, she published 5 collections of poems:”Sì shabby chic” (“So shabby chic”, 2018), "L’acqua opprime" (“Water oppresses”, 2016), “Fruttorto sperimentale” (“Experimental Food Forest”, 2016), "Latte & Limoni" (“Milk & Lemons”, 2014), "L’angoscia del pane" (“Bread is anguish”, 2010). Finally, She wrote "Tabelo" (“Table”, 2006), a play in Esperanto dealing with mobbing as a supreme artistic form.

Web site: www.annamariadallolio.it

 

 

Pass it forward

 

Master, you’re brimful of a strong passion

for humanity curiosity & truth

as I search for my fashion

explaining my youth.

 

Like my role model I help my classmate

every day you pass me your seed:

tenacity & wait

to study & succeed.

 

All the time you squeeze & squeeze …

stretching & strengthening

heart & sinews …

 

My way in puzzles continues …

life will be challenging:

I’ll be independent like all these.

 

 

 

The Astronaut’s Dream

 

Last night I dreamt dreamt & dreamt

 

floating floating floating around

wading the wide wide universe

 

no more was the Earth encircled by confusion

stalked by war

raped by division

 

what I simple soul could see & hear

 

so different minds in total consensus

such various qualities in perfect identity

so complementary colours in total harmony

so many hearts beating in perfect unanimity

 

what I simple soul could barely think

 

all this clear homogeneousness

all this sheer oneness

all this definite sameness

 

is it not the reason for final union

for permanent indivisibility

is it not the best solution to so divided mankind?

 

 

The patent

 

All day I've cried, my mind is charred.
Who will keep me company now,
lull our child, I don't know how?
My life collapsed, the sun is scarred.

While I walk a sterile land,
rainbows are farther & farther,

rain is a real charmer:
no longer love holds my hand.

 

A way out? I know it’s well hidden.

I’ll really look deeply inside myself.

I’ll also call women like myself.

No longer be so loss-ridden.

 

To grief and tears we can find a patent,

something eternal, nothing but Art,

a way to melt a hardened heart,

so death will remain latent.

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