MARIA MIRAGLIA

MARIA MIRAGLIA

AGAIN

It was about noon

and we were sitting in the shadow

of the willow tree

on the left side of the house

The heat made us talk

of the weather

and he asked me

of the colors of the leaves

of the morning light

in that season of the year

of the sea waves

we could faintly hear

And the sun

what about the sun

he asked

Fuzzy and blurry his memories

for the lon time gone by

I patiently offered him

details and descriptions

of the objects and things

that one after the other

he mentioned

veiled his voice

by a quite nostalgia

I don't fear death

he said unexpectedly

when I'm dead

I'll get back to see

again

@ Maria Miraglia

*

ANCORA

Era quasi  mezzogiorno

e noi eravamo seduti

all'ombra del salice

sul lato sinistro della casa

Il caldo ci faceva parlare

del tempo

e lui mi chiese

dei colori delle foglie

della luce del mattino

in quella stagione dell'anno

delle onde del mare

che potevamo  sentire a malapena

E il sole

cosa puoi dirmi del sole

mi  chiese

Sbiaditi e confusi i suoi ricordi

per il lungo tempo  passato

Ed io pazientemente gli offrivo

dettagli  delle cose

che una dopo l'altra

menzionava

velata la sua voce

da una calma nostalgia

Non ho paura della morte

disse  all'improvviso

quando sarò morto

tornerò a vedere

ancora

DARKNESS AND LIGHT

The full moon

through the open window

has drawn a white beam of light

in the darkness of my bedroom

tonight

that light ray

coming from so far away

like an open eye allows me

to see just some

of the familiar objects

since long there

all the others stay unseen

unreachable

well as when

I try to perceive

the hidden emotions

in the hearts of the people

around me or

going through the world

or scrutinize

with my inner eye their souls

to understand the reasons

of their certainties and fears

so well concealed

in the hazy caves of their hearts

but just some grains of truth

I can seize

like distant planets

in the cosmic void

the motions of their souls

Great my ambition

to know the unfathomable

slight the chance

to cover long distances

@ Maria Miraglia

**

OSCURITA' E LUCE

La luna piena

attraverso la finestra aperta

ha disegnato un fascio di luce bianca

nel buio della mia camera

stanotte

quel raggio di luce

che viene da così lontano

come un occhio aperto

mi fa  vedere solo alcuni

degli oggetti familiari

lì da tempo

tutti gli altri restano invisibili

irraggiungibili

così come quando

cerco di percepire

le emozioni nascoste

nei cuori della gente

intorno a me o

che va per  il mondo

o tento di scrutare le loro anime

con il mio occhio interiore

di capire le ragioni

delle loro certezze e timori

così ben celate

nelle grotte nebbiose dei loro cuori

ma solo alcuni granelli di verità

riesco a cogliere

come pianeti lontani

nel vuoto cosmico

i moti delle loro anime

grande la umana ambizione

di conoscere l'imperscrutabile

insignificanti  le possibilità

di coprire lunghe distanze

@ Maria Miraglia

ONE DAY IN APRIL

The air mild outside

clear the sky

and the house adorned with roses

giving off a  delicate scent all around

A  dress was carefully laid

on the sofa

white like snowflakes

just fallen down

enriched with pearls

pure as the maiden's heart

that’d have worn it

and the voices… cheerful

wide the smiles

April has still come back

after so many

like that of one time the air

sweet and light and

the perfume of flowers too

but dark and empty those rooms

now

closed the windows

and deafening the silence

only broken by distant echoes

of the ancient voices that

once filled those spaces

with joy and love.

By Maria Miraglia

***

UN GIORNO D'APRILE

L'aria dolce fuori

il cielo limpido

e la casa adornata di rose

che emanavano intorno un delicato profumo

Un abito era poggiato con cura

sul divano

bianco come fiocchi di neve

appena caduti

arricchito con perle pure

come puro il cuore della fanciulla

che lo avrebbe indossato

e le voci...allegre

grandi i sorrisi

Aprile è tornato ancora

dopo tanti

l'aria è la stessa di allora

dolce e leggera

ed anche il profumo dei fiori

ma scure e vuote quelle stanze

ora

chiuse le finestre

e assordante il silenzio

rotto  solo da echi lontani

di  voci  antiche

che una volta

quegli spazi avevano  riempito

di gioia e amore

@

MARIA MIRAGLIA

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MARIA A. MIRAGLIA: Born in Italy, has an expanded consciousness and considers herself a cosmopolitan. She loves travelling and interacting with people from different backgrounds and cultures. A long time member of Amnesty International for the defense of Human Rights, she  herself  founder  of World Foundation for Peace.

She graduated in Foreign Languages and Literatures and got a Master’s degree in Evaluation and Assessment at  Aldo Moro University of Bari; a Master’s degree in Teaching of Modern Languages at the University of Rome and the HLC (highest- level Certification) from Trinity College-UK. Maria taught in public high secondary schools, was lecturer in courses for post-graduate students, in courses for language teachers, was tutor in English, Scottish and Irish colleges for Italian students and collaborated with the Department of Education for studies and projects relating to international language certifications.

The spirit of the poetess, essentially melancholic, lies primarily in the ability to let herself go reaching the depths of the Self, reflecting it and then detailing it in poetry. Often her introspection goes beyond her own, single identity so touching themes and issues common to the modern civilization; her verses unfold inside the human dualism carnality spirituality, often suspended between alchemy and suggestions. Time is crucial in her lyrics that from the images of the past get to the present, diving in the desires and dreams that currently characterize her life. The verse is free, full-bodied, unique, and expressive; dare I say without veils but also measured though the feeling that it occupies, shows her poetic where the narrative too excels.

Dr. Maria is a sensitive poet whose poems weave the patterns of life in various hues; there is pain balanced by joy of being; with her words soaked in sweetness and kindness, she sprinkles on life the stardust of hope and positive affirmation of life. Nothing is to be rejected in life; not even rejection. Whatever comes to us must be accepted. Acceptance should be the ultimate reaction of man to what happens to him. This is how Dr. Maria Miraglia plays with words, ideas and their essence, and makes immortal very simple experiences of life.

Maria A. Miraglia is a prolific poet whose poems have found pride of place in Petali nelle Nuvole published by Rupe Mutevole, Parma, Italy-  presented at the book fair of Frankfurt in October 2014;  Whispering Winds , International Anthology of Poetry; World Anthology of Poems on Global Harmony and Peace;  Muse for World Peace, 2015,2016 editions; Just for you my Love; Anti Terror y Paz Antologi, IFLAK 2016;  Anti  Terror and Peace, IFLAK Anthology, 2016;  A New Ulster. Author of  Le Grandi Opere di Yayati Madan Gandhi.

She  participated at the 34 KIBATEK International Poetry Festival of Arts in Istanbul to represent Italy for poetry, 2014  and at its 38 edition in Izmir 2015 to represent Italy for poetry. Author of Antologia Poetica which collects the work of poets from the world, all guests of the international festival for poetry held in Italy in February, 2016 that sees her in the function of    organizer of the event and publisher. The poetess is the founder and literary responsible of the Italian Cultural  Association Pablo Neruda. She collaborates  for poetry with Margutte a Cultural Italian Review , with Express, an International Journal of Multidisciplinary Research, The International Peer Review and other  magazines. Apart from this, Maria also had the honor to be chosen as a featured poet in Pentasi B World Friendship Poetry. She is a contributor to many poetry groups pages both in English and Italian.

Some of her  poems have bee translated  into Spanish language, Turkish, Macedonian, Albanian and Azerbaijani languages. She was conferred several national and international  awards and recognitions for poetry

 Herself an avid reader of Poetry, Maria’s racial stock bespeaks of her literary lineage. She comes of classical culture, with a father painter, who was a lover of literature and occasional poet himself, probably, she was impelled to turn into verses her inner feelings as a result of her trip to India where she met a friend poet and knew some others as well.

Could this be the reason for her approach to poetry? She thinks so. But, maybe it is also because of an unsolicited or invoked gift: Inspiration! She loves to remember what a dear friend poet of hers once said: there are no studies to make poetry because it feeds on observation and reflection. As to her, to devote oneself to write verses, is also "a bit like bending on myself to better listen to the whispers of my soul and read in its more hidden and secret meanders. It's sometimes a kind of catharsis, to turn our gaze inside to grasp the most intimate emotions". Of course, poetry is not only this. She believes, that it brings along something magical when she asserts "you can write in some moments and maybe good things, but only when you feel called upon to do it".