Friday, November 18, 2016

Walt Whitman Visits Fabrizio Frosini Comments

Rating: 5.0

A Fantasy for Fabrizio

A foot and light-hearted I take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before me,
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Daniel Brick
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Bharati Nayak 07 October 2020

I had read this poem many times.Every new read delights me more.Just amazing!

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Glen Kappy 23 January 2018

I’m glad I discovered this whole page of imaginative recreations of poets of yore. I enjoyed this one of Walt and look forward to coming back to the others, Daniel. -Glen

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Nosheen Irfan 20 November 2016

We nudge our lives forward by ascent and descent...such beautiful words. Full of wisdom and insight this write is truly enlightening. It's painful when we come to the end of the road in relations but there's always something to learn along the way. The journey is always worthwhile, not a moment wasted. The roads bend n turn...rise n fall but the journey is a pleasure n a great teacher. A life of walking, hiking, trudging, trekking, sauntering is never a waste. A great piece of writing. A perfect 10.

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Daniel Brick 30 November 2016

That's what's important in a Journey Poem - both the pleasure and the discovery are equally important We are always students of new and wonderful things. Let's go even if it's only a short walk, it's good for body and soul, always both in tandem.

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Liza Sudina 18 November 2016

seems a very sad poem. Why farewell?

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Fabrizio Frosini 18 November 2016

from the email you sent me 2 hours ago - your slightly modified closing version: '' What shall I say to you in departing? Or should it just be a gesture? A shrug of the shoulders? A waving of both hands, like some crazy fellow? Or a deep bow, as if I were playing the fool again? No, it must be words because we are poets, and we know words are breath, the very stuff of life. Words are always an incipient silence, as their sounds quickly decay but never to disappear completely: there is always the tiniest iota of sound forever fading into the air we breathe. I DEPART AS AIR... I SHAKE MY WHITE LOCKS THE RUNAWAY SUN, I EFFUSE MY FLESH IN EDDIES AND DRIFT IT IN LACY JAGS. I BEQUEATH MYSELF TO THE DIRT TO GROW FROM THE GRASS I LOVE, IF YOU WANT ME AGAIN LOOK FOR ME UNDER YOUR BOOT SOLES. FALLING TO FETCH ME AT FIRST KEEP ENCOURAGED, MISSING ME IN ONE PLACE SEARCH ANOTHER, I STOP SOMEWHERE WAITING FOR YOU. '' - Il vecchio Walt scompare.. ma il suo messaggio di addio rimane nella memoria digitale di questo sito web e nella mia memoria.. Caro amico, questa poesia che hai voluto dedicarmi è un regalo che mi onora.. Ti ringrazio di cuore! Ci siamo conosciuti quasi 2 anni fa - 23 mesi per l'esattezza :) - e l'amicizia che ci unisce, nata attraverso la Poesia, è la testimonianza che l'Umanità ha un Cuore e che la Fratellanza - quella vera, pura e disinteressata - esiste.

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