Wednesday, 5 February 2014

2 Poems by Davide Trame

SIPPING

Sip by sip
life drips on.
The glass of wine
that needs be
refilled.
While the piano
plays its tumbling
diamonds.
It rains outside,
rain,
time’s shafts
and the roar
of life’s lines.
In front, a pageant
of window-panes.
Panes, pains.
In the end it seems
all we can do
is gaze.
Vast rain
on the world’s strand.
What’s more
to understand?
Play, dear piano, play.


READING “FOUR QUARTETS” ALOUD

Inevitable shiver in the voice.
Levity of layers that break through,
every word you could say
when you take a breath during a pause
sounds superfluous, you can only
keep breathing, keep reading,
indulging in this present
from eternity.


Bionote

Davide Trame is an Italian teacher of English living in Venice-Italy. His poems started appearing in magazines in December 1999. His poetry collection "Make It Last" was published in January 2013 by Lapwing Publications, Belfast, UK. davide.trame@libero.it <davide.trame@libero.it>

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