giorgio micca

How beautiful is night! A dewy freshness fills the silent air; No mist obscures, nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain, Breaks the serene of he...

To Mary in Heaven Thou lingering star, with lessening ray That lovest to greet the early morn, Again thou usherest in the day My Mary f...

Anthem for doomed youth What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns. Only the stuttering rifl...

Ye banks and braes o' bonie Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair? How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae weary fu' o'...

Arms and the boy Let the boy try along this bayonet-blade How cold steel is, and keen with hunger of blood; Blue with all malice...

I saw his round mouth's crimson deepen as it fell Like a sun, in his last deep hour; watched the magnificent recession of farewell, c...

You can have the grackle whistling blackly   from the feeder as it tosses seed, if I can have the red-tailed hawk perched   imperious as an ...