Ellie belfiglio

When I hear this sound that awakens me, intimidating its way into my cloistered night, I write…




I’d give you every perspective

If you would believe!

I’d take your worries before I forgive

If you would receive.

I’d give you water and food, everlasting

So you never thirst and stop fasting.


If you wait

for your share in the plate

I’d give you my warm embrace;

So your burden gladly erase!

But you must stop before me!

I’ll meet you half way when I am free.

I’d not come, promise, what scold

To steal your pains away, the untold!

You could give your pains to me.

I set all your sins free.

So come, cast your life anew.

Draw near me, let’s see the view

And then I draw near you!! …





Author: elliebelfiglio

I am a professor, a poet, an author, and an immigrant. I am the survival of many political and economical hardship. As a political immigrant, it took me a long time to master the English language and to come to terms that I can never see my family again. "THE PARTING FROM MY FAMILY WAS THE BEGINNING OF A FRIENDSHIP THAN THE END OF OUR FRIDAYS!" My autobiography, "THE RAIN STOPS IN TEXAS" was published in 1997 by Eakin Press. It can be found in Amazon. As Ernest Hemingway says, write about something you know, most of my novels are about cultural difference of the old and new and American style of living compare to my home country. My poetry are in all forms. I write as they come to me. My first draft is always my last draft. "THIS IS MY WORLD, WELCOME!" "THANK YOU FOR BEING HERE!"

3 thoughts on ““I’D…”

  1. So beautiful, and deeply spiritual. Thank you Ellie.

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