After reading Ezra Pound's In a station of the metro (1911)

            The apparition of these faces in the crowd:

            Petals on a wet, black bough 

           Stormy day on a boat, hopeful child swings in old woman’s arms

               by Viola Sorrentino VH

                        people staring at a black window, 

                             behind a sun rises

                             by Emanuele Gangi Dino and Angelo Di Maggio 5H

                                           In the green grass kids are playing, 

                                           they don't know it's a labyrinth

                                           by Silvia Sorce 5H

                    The king's longing for dark water

                    The daughters' red blood is flowing...

                     by Riccardo Coppola 5H

                                                       Sun and Rain from the rainbow,

                                                       How joyful, how sad I am

                                                        by Elisabetta La Mattina

                    Raise your head over the hedge and the infinite you will see

                    by Stefano Crapa and Giogio Mandalà

                        Out there

                        Green field out of the gate

                        There is water in my soul.

                         by Serena Landolina 5H

                          Midnight

                          The neverending sound of rain:

                          A lullaby for the soul

                          Simone Alfano 5H

                     Dark mist coming out of the tunnel, the steely cold of the chair under my back;

                     blinding lights from the train, underground, McDonald's LED sign

                      by Marco Messina 5H

Romantic Poems

Unexpected Joy- a romantic poem

I was wandering hopeless through the school hallway

Stressed, tired and anxious for the last interrogations of may

I felt insecure although a night of intense study 

And thousands of coffees that made my eyes like a dirty ruby

There was standing against me: the door of doom

I got strong to put together my energies and enter that room

So it started the ineluctable flow of time

When will come the end of mine?

 

But suddenly an unexpected knock

And a view that left us in shock

The janitor came with an extraordinary news

To explain the joy any word was no use

Teacher is not here today, she's not feeling good

This was the event that changed my mood

I was now joyful, and full of hope

I felt like blessed from the pope 

Everything around me started dancing

Even the desks and the pencils

Everyone was finally able to rest

We could study another day for the test

Hours flew away, in matter of seconds I was home

And I wondered about that feeling, how come?

In my life something like this, never

I was living the vivid reminiscence of that fever  

The same emotions after hours I was feeling

And then an idea with a perfect timing

Why should I keep everything for me?

Everyone must know this feeling of glee

So, after deeply meditating over and over

I came to a conclusion that would've changed me forever

I want to express my emotions freely or in a sonet

That's why I'll become a poet.

Romantic Poems

Group members: Chiara Lo Voi, Erica Germanà, Marco Rivignani, Francesca Polizzi, Chandni Chowdhury

Beauterent

As I meandered along the wood

Beneath the crown of giant trees

Which covered the path like a hood

I felt like only an intrepid mind wouldn't flee

But the shaking of the leaves

Was reassuring and I ceased to freeze

Then a blackbird dragged me inside

When the sunlight could not reach

But the vibe was warm alike

A dry soil with no ditch

On the outside all was dim

Yet so lively I did feel

All the creatures made it occur

With their masterful cooperation

So that burdens they may endure

Took on gladness and affection

I saw harmony between species

Black, white, yellow birds in all the stitches

Once come home and all alone

I mulled over what I saw

And I drew to the conclusion

That life as one is not an illusion

If we just saw beauty in diversity

And in difference no adversity

An article from the CROCE students

COVID19 in Italy by Lorenzo Tondo

https://www.theguardian.com/world/2020/mar/24/superdads-and-magic-potions-italian-kids-life-in-lockdown

David and Goliath:Francesco's drawing of the fight 

against corona virus

THE STORY OF AN OLD MAN

During a hard winter 
Long like a 10 December 
Snow fell down from the sky 
Copious, cold, white and shy 

And in this beautiful landscape 
There was an old man
That from the war didn’t escape
He tells a story about a dead man

Between a tear and another tear 
He recounts a wretched story
About a war when died, John, dear 
He knows that John’s soul is in Purgatory

The heart of this man was broken 
By a bullet that split what was unbroken
He has been crying for 10 year
10 like this hard winter and a man’s fear

John’s body fell down going out
He fell to the ground white and cold
His soul by a bullet was carried out 
In a puddle of blood


Giuseppe Priolo 4H   LS BCroce Palermo

The dawn 

A scarlet sea with hints of the colours of joy,

The clouds above begin to take life, 

To sparkle and move in the multitude of shades. 

The wind, cold and hot all at once, surrounds you,

Warmer than in a lover's embrace .

You know, you feel; it's the beginning, 

A new day has come and with it 

All the possibilities, all the opportunities 

That may change your life forever. 

As the sun rises, so does your spirit. 

It's freedom at its purest for, it's 

Hope that you feel when you stand

In front of the dawn. 

How does your heart react? 

How can your eyes stand such grace and beauty all at once? 

You stand there, completely astonished, full of life

And it's the best feeling you're ever going to feel. 

 

Vittoria Ribbeni

Viviana La Bella 

4H LS BCroce Palermo