Ellie belfiglio

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




… Towards the night

The time that the site

Is subdued by a haze

Yet magical dying rays

So overpowering and mystic

That even this city looks artistic!

… Towards the night

The time for artificial light

Someone may die

Someone may soar to sky

When the twilight of the day

Will live all the way!


… Towards the night

In my thoughts with delight

My little grandchild

Brings to my pride

The seeds I planted in earth

At the time I did not know hurt.

… Towards the night

I always invite

Hands that had touched mine

And brought me sunshine

ButI won’t know tomorrow

Towards the night, my sorrow

Maybe for the death

Of a womb that gave me breath!! …





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!"

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