Ellie belfiglio

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




I will go up the woods again,

And will let me in through a valued door,

To the sunlit nave, for there-

Nothing will matter anymore!

Here is a passive priestess dome,

With love and laughter and strife and stir.

She kindles candles and by one,

And does not swell on the things that were…

Walling her spirit with sky and earth.

She does her penance to sky and trees.

She sweep the floor with a holy mirth;

And joins in birds’ bright melodies…

But if ever a footfall woke the calm,

Till the tall ferns tremble and draw apart.

She will snuff the taper and still the Psalm;

And bar the door with a beating heart!! …



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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