Ellie belfiglio

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

“LAMENT”

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No one shall remember me after my death.

None shall give me a wreath.

No epitaph be written  in my memory.

As I produced nothing bright and glory.

Me neither a hero nor a writer.

My name is not engraved with the GREAT WOMEN’S LIST.

Mother shall weep for a few days.

“A woman were”. my religious would say.

Quick they forget, for good, my heirs-

Used to divide themselves their shares.

I, like those common remain unknown;

As I came silent, so silent gone!! …

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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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