After a while I knew

That I would have still your eyes

Staring at mine, filling them up,

Making them beautiful.

Alessandro Russo, a poet from Castellammare di Stabia, Naples, Italy shares his poetry

Alessandro Russo, born on July 26, 1979 in Castellammare di Stabia, Naples – Italy, is the author of several books of poetry and has been awarded many national and international poetry awards.

THE CURVES OF THE EYES

After a while I knew

That I would have still your eyes

Staring at mine, filling them up,

Making them beautiful.

I stopped everything, shaped all the stairs

That ran up

The spells of the expectation,

And on each step, and at each flight turn

There was a thought of us

That arrived or came back.

I didn’t see anymore, over, above or under

Your eyes, and thought

That everyone should gaze at them

I knew that the stairs can go down too

And that those eyes could hurt,

But I couldn’t imagine that, also I

Could have stared with the same eyes,

Stare at you with the same eyes.

***

MY SEAMSTRESS, MOTHER OF MINE

You smile at your thoughts

When they bare come,

You fit their figure

And define the garment

That most suits them,

Sewing words

That can tell them

Without stiffening,

Without constraining them

To rise on tiptoe

To lengthen

Some short reason.

***

SHARPENING THE CROSS AND CRESCENT MOON

Two brothers were waiting

Impatiently the moon

With their shoulders leaned against a tree

That seemed to broaden its arms

To shape a cross with its branches.

The tree started strip of green

Laying bare an omen,

Right there where once

Was driven a wooden pole

With another pole crossed on top

As a foul crown

The moon arrived

But only half,

And the younger brother

Caught it like a scimitar,

Pointing at the other

Who meanwhile uprooted

The tree, seized it

Like a sword

The blood of that night

Became mulch

That still is nourishing

What everybody calls

The Holy Land.

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Published under International Cooperation with "Sindh Courier"