Ellie belfiglio

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




… I walked along the lonely paths of life;

But blindness hurt, and pain was every strife,

For where to go I did not know,

Nor how to live through every blow!

… I turned and searched, and searched and turned.

I found no help, no voice I heard.

Yet, then I saw the light of love-

Had come to me, you were my love!

… our destines together went,

And mine was love, and only love.

How could I doubt my happiness?

… And now it is dark, and now it is sad!

Where went the light of love I had?

Where went our love? BONJOUR TRISTESSE!! …





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!"

5 thoughts on ““BONJOUR TRISTESSE”

  1. Lost love….always leaves memories and pain behind! Beautifully expressed!

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