First Snow

Winter came too quickly,

 

Freezing the earth with frost-bitten fingers.

 

Yesterday it was a breezy fall day,

 

Leaves clumped up by the curbs on the street

 

Yet somehow I woke up to a blanket of white,

 

Because winter rushed in while I was asleep.

 

Paolo Driussi.

Sister

It all just came to a stop.
Smoke blown in to the moisture laden morning air,
But still birdsong falls like rainbow rain
A persistant rose refusing to give ground to the season
Still fighting to flower, a droplet of colour in the grey
Sister, are these a message to me?
Did I miss something when I casted my eye over this field?
Perhaps I didn't, but did I really see?


Paolo Driussi.

Greetings from Boston

Dreams of forgotten summer
Summer of sun rays and greens
Have you forsaken my dear self?
How do you live?
Have you done reading my book?
Please, please send me a postcard
At least for Christmas
How do you see our dreams now?
Dreams of forgotten summer
Summer of joy and abundance
Abundance of life 
So far away from this cold November.

Paolo Driussi

4 Novembre Anniversario della Vittoria e festa delle Forze Armate.

Simbolo è la Tomba del Milite Ignoto nell’Altare della Patria. Nel 1921 vennero raccolte da tutti i campi di battaglia le salme di 11 caduti senza nome e ricomposte nella Chiesa di S.Maria del Castello a Udine . Le salme vennero poi trasferite ad Aquileia dove la madre di un irredentista disperso in guerra scelse una per essere inumata a Roma. Le 10 salme vennero sepolte nel cimitero degli Eroi ad Aquileia mentre quella prescelta raggiunse Roma su un affusto di cannone su un carro ferroviario. Il viaggio duró 7 giorni e in ogni stazione ricevette gli onori da parte della popolazione. Anche questa è storia di Udine.
Foto nell’ordine:
Trasporto delle Salme – Udine 13 ottobre 1921
Una delle Salme portata a spalla
Il Milite Ignoto nella chiesa dei Gesuiti a Gorizia
Altare della Patria – tumulazione del Milite Ignoto, 4 novembre 1921

October 24th, 1917

The machine guns fell to the ground,

And the light broke through the clouds.

Blood seared the battlefield,

Whence all but the dead fought.                 

The war cry had turned to a silent sigh,

And the victory of one into the disposition of the other.

The sun set that fateful day,

The battle was lost.  

                  

Paolo Driussi

Misery

The sun’s shining bright, but clouds block out the rays of light it emits,

You're like a new born baby, wrapped from head to toe in your stratus blanket,

For the majority of your life you feel like you've been hibernating in the shade,

You continuously pray for the heavens to open so you no longer have to be afraid,

If they release you, they have the power to end your misery,

You shouldn’t have to live in fear of those who should love you unconditionally. 

Paolo Driussi

Always Alone

The lights went off,

And it was dark.

But he felt the same

As he heard the song of the lark..

 

He had no one.

to speak to before.

And even now,

Only the moonlight

Of an October night

Is knocking at his door.

Paolo Driussi.