To berth

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This is my place to be
and I will always be
close to the oldest fields
so green

From the windows I see
some quaint and lovely peaks
and the big stag which leaps
out here

The little insect is mislaid 
 is crying but it seems to pray 
the stars fill now the sky 
the night they clarify 

And suddenly I feel better 
the burdensome matters 
they melt inside vastness 
they flee over a mare 

One day I will live here
to bury all my fears
and the past when it sears
it’s clear

There’s no accursed fact
while I can feel intact
and all the past can help
to berth

The little insect is mislaid 
 is crying but it seems to pray 
the stars fill now the sky 
the night they clarify 

And suddenly I feel better 
the burdensome matters 
they melt inside vastness 
they flee over a mare 

 27th June 2020

Verso l’imbrunire

Verso l’imbrunire
il granoturco indica
le prime stelle
i girasoli annaspano
nell’incertezza
i miei occhi sognano
una quieta notte
sotto il mantello sacro
del firmamento

What can I find, in the wood

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What can I find, in the wood
just before the solstice
what can I find, in the wood
just after the sunset

I can find a feather
left by a magpie
I can find a lesson
I need to learn

There's a world here to discover 
and the summer is just started 
I can be a new born fire 
I can be a my new desire 

There's a world here to discover
and the summer is now here 
I can reach all that I hanker 
only by climbing a ladder 

What can I find, in the wood
just before the summer
what can I find, in the wood
just after the springtime

I can dip my soul
into the twilight
I was always told
it's a precious time

There's a world here to discover 
and the summer is just started 
I can be a new born fire 
I can be my new desire 

There's a world here to discover 
and the summer is now here 
I can reach all that I hanker 
only by climbing a ladder

20th JUne 2020. Alban Hefin

Iperico

L'alba del solstizio
iperico nel vento
nello stagno di crinale
le rane conoscono ancora
il nome ancestrale
dell'estate.

White flags on the field

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It's everytime you fall and the day after
you try to rise again
It's on those times you show to yourself
that you can become a man

It's not a trodden path the one I walk
along but I can't bolt
While everything is new and also old
It is bitterly absurd

I see white flags on the field 
that once was our field 
and there is no other thing 
if not to believe 
that I can pass over the ravine 
if it is shallow 

Bitter and mellow both, is the life
with a weir on its course
I gently flee and then, I come back
as I open and fold

I see white flags on the field 
that once was our field 
and there is no other thing 
if not to believe 
that I can pass over the ravine 
if it is shallow

Indigene

Sono riapparse le lucciole
della notte indigene:
lampeggii nel buio
speranze affilate
coscienze elettriche
e poi più nulla.





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Afternoons at home

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It's in these afternoons at home
that I can understand where I'm gone
if I am grown or if I'm still a child
If I've the loam to nourish future tries

I dowse over my body to learn
where are the parts of me that suffer
and then I put them into the light
as the lore teaches since the ancient times

what do I hanker in my life 
this is the secret I keep inside 
and I'll need a lifelong work 
to understand what is worth 
for me 

I'm clumsy as a toad that flies 
but as a rockbuck so agile 
and I swallow all the words 
that are right and that are wrong 
to me 

It's in these afternoons at home
I feel both a thrush and a boar
So many debris I have got inside
but also mirth into the depth of mine

what do I hanker in my life 
this is the secret I keep inside 
and I'll need a lifelong work 
to understand what is worth 
for me 

I'm clumsy as a toad that flies 
but as a rockbuck so agile 
and I swallow all the words 
that are right and that are wrong 
to me