Ellie belfiglio

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




… Forgive her

She, who sometimes glows

And forgets her despondent connection with woes

And her connection with water and sand

And her connection with dark hole in land

And with stupidity, she pretends

That living is hers to the end!


… Forgive her

She, who on her dark bed

The white moon is wide spread.

And the anxious perfume of night

Disturbs her insomnia with delight!

… Forgive her

She, who is ruined from inside

Yet her eyes are tied

To the imagination of bliss

And while her wary hair shakes, she remembers the kiss…


… You, who residing in the fortunate domain

You, the friends of open windows in rain

Forgive her

Forgive her!

For she is gratified

For the roots of her life, so wide

Deepened in her dull earth

And her trusting heart from birth

In the middle of her chest

Inflamed by the rhythm of a quest!! …





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!"

4 thoughts on ““THE QUEST”

  1. This is really good. I can totally relate.

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