E R M A N N O E A N D I
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The name of the rose

Some poems

The name of the rose
When all seems lost, be not dismayed,
looks up, sometimes even a small thing makes it important to your life.



I grasped your body,
slowly I slipped away.

I winded myself round a smile
but it fell out;
the chasm was close.

I grabbed the roots of pride
they broke off,
the abyss called me.

I crept into my memories,
they rejected me,
emptiness sucked me in.

On my fall down I saw a rose,
the way to death was short,
speadness showed the crash;
I summed my life up…
How beautiful that rose was.

Ermanno Eandi


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