Ellie belfiglio

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

“REFLECTION”

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What willow’s sinewy branch does cast,

A shadow O so dark and thick?

Across my spirit, across my soul,

It’s for my heart the bell does toll.

What segments of sun’s fiery light,

Do trickle ‘tween these burly boughs?

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Beneath this tree I sit alone;

And for this moment call it home!

For ’till the hour my arms do drape-

about the shoulders of my love.

I’ll hearken as the drake;

Calls his mate at evening’s break;

And reflect upon these waters still!! …

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Ellie

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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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