In bocca lupa: Rain;
wet forests filled with silver trees,
a shadowed oak with darkened leaves,
a bird whose wings beat off the frigid wind—
rain is falling down,
a rising mist is autumn's crown;
a Sanguine flower in the light,
its petals clasped with Summer's parting kiss.
How I wonder at your tenderness,
I could not touch you and remain the same;
In bocca lupa:
Rain is falling down.
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Author:
Reivax Camlost (
Offline) - Published: October 30th, 2019 09:48
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Comments4
Wow a very interesting superb imagery poem in a fine forest setting wow! What does Boccaccio Lupa mean I'm curious to know. Kudos for a super poem.
Literally, "In the mouth of the wolf." It's sort of a good-luck salutation in Italian.
Bellissima! Nicely put together ..
Graziemille!
Very Nice Poem.
Thankee thankee
Points to anyone who can recognize the metrical allusion here...
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