Ellie belfiglio

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




Once there came a vision glorious,

Mystic, dreadful, wondrous fair.

Burned itself into his spirit;

And abode forever there…

Never more- from that sweet moment,

Gazed he on woman- kind.

He was dumb to love and wooing;

And to all their graces blind.

Full of love for that sweet vision.

Brave and pure he took the field-

With his blood he stained the letters,

L. O. V. E. upon his shield…

Sounding on the foe he fell;

And like thunder rang his war-cry,

O’er the cowering infidel.

Then within his distant castle-

Home returned, he dreamed,

His days,

Silent, sad, and when death took him,

“He was wind, the legend says.” !! …



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 ““GLORIOUS VISION”

  1. A beautiful epic. Wonderfully told.

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