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Armana D'Uscaret : Writing

Before, after midday in Garbatella

Before, after midday in Garbatella

A Poem by Armana D'Uscaret


Rain falls unheard, caw of bird, cold, beyond window-- Garbatella wakes Mussolini’s war, still echoing in winter’s ..
Campo

Campo

A Poem by Armana D'Uscaret


Midday, a short walk across the Ponte Sisto to the place known as Field of Flowers. Couples mill about, point at things, then purchase ..
Winter’s Rome

Winter’s Rome

A Poem by Armana D'Uscaret


This winter Rome's streets are filled: people, potted trees, dried wreaths--all On Sale.
Surviving history

Surviving history

A Poem by Armana D'Uscaret


Ashes of the past buried amongst flowerbeds, frostless roots that feed.
Standing within

Standing within

A Poem by Armana D'Uscaret


Buildings surround me and the magnolia trees in Trastevere.
Crossing the bridge

Crossing the bridge

A Poem by Armana D'Uscaret


Strips of cold plastic bags grace the dead trees below the Ponte Sisto.
On Via dei Pettinari

On Via dei Pettinari

A Poem by Armana D'Uscaret


This winter is warm. A large brown dog sleeps soundly on cobblestoned grass.
of Rome Haiku I

of Rome Haiku I

A Poem by Armana D'Uscaret


Taking my glassesoff, I can see Rome at once,beautiful and fragile.
of Rome Haiku II

of Rome Haiku II

A Poem by Armana D'Uscaret


Sunlight dances on the blades of grass pushing through-- Mind the cobblestones!
of Rome Haiku III

of Rome Haiku III

A Poem by Armana D'Uscaret


My breath visible, even the magnolia leaves shudder in the wind.