Marc Di Saverio sonnets

Poetry: Marc Di Saverio

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SONNET XIV for Diane Windsor When I was still the husband of the wind — when I was Leopardi-sure I’d never know a woman’s body’s ways — when I was nineteen – when I was Prufrock-positive of mermaids never singing to me, either, of a life without betrothal or progeny – –             when I … Read more

Poetry: Marc Di Saverio

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THE MAN WITH A MICRO-CHIP IN HIS RIGHT HAND Stopping wantless under cherry blossoms He hears a girl singing from the sewer, then harmonizes voices with some hums, then sings the final chorus like he knows her, their voices shaking red chrysanthemums – but now the crowds of fading stars are fewer and his voice … Read more