Poems by Domenico Sottile

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  • Itself (2) 2

    To the assertion that the cosmos by design
    was made divine...

  • Conversations With My Daughter’s Thoughts
    Very often I feel my Down’ Syndrome daughter...

  • Down’s (9) 5

    To my tender Down’s Syndrome daughter
    I am the infinite space...

  • One man fell in love
    and lost control...

  • Never Pity
    The lad had many girlfriends...

  • Petrarca loved Laura
    and Dante Beatrice...

  • It was not a death wish
    rather for respite a loud cry...

  • We worry about swords
    guns and of mass destruction weapons...

  • My mother’s face
    announcing my father’s death...

  • Home Town (2) 2

    After sixty years of missing my home town
    I returned there...

  • On the hills of long time ago
    we have now buildings and houses...

  • Have the living
    already died...