one week, two poems

[...]
And now it is now
and the dark thing is here,
and after all it is nothing new;
it is only a memory, after all:
a memory of a fear,
a yellowing paper child's fear
you have long since forgotten
and that has now come true.

Margaret Atwood, Waiting

Il gatto soriano
da scaltro sovrano
ci porge la mano
con occhio lontano

Toti Scialoia, Versi del senso perso