{"id":4192,"date":"2005-11-02T15:41:18","date_gmt":"2005-11-02T19:41:18","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.law.harvard.edu\/formerlyknownas\/2005\/11\/02\/poesia-di-un-alito\/"},"modified":"2011-08-05T14:54:26","modified_gmt":"2011-08-05T18:54:26","slug":"poesia-di-un-alito","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/ethicalesq\/2005\/11\/02\/poesia-di-un-alito\/","title":{"rendered":"poesia di un alito?"},"content":{"rendered":"

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I’ve wondered how you say “one-breath poetry” in that <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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ancestors, <\/FONT>I can only guess: “poesia di un alito<\/EM>.”  Help <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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\"leaves  Meanwhile, enjoy a few one-breath poems <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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heavy with frost the leaves<\/FONT><\/DIV>
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darkness before dawn–<\/FONT><\/DIV>
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the way your legs sleep<\/FONT><\/DIV>
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first snow–<\/FONT><\/DIV>
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from <\/FONT>Fresh Scent: Selected Haiku of Lee Gurga<\/FONT><\/EM><\/A> <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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