Poem by Aldo Palazzeschi. translated from the Italian by Nicholas Benson

The Hand You all know very well what a hand is. A hand! Who among you hasn’t seen one? But you’d have no way of knowing what a hand no … Continue reading

December 27, 2015 · Leave a comment

Seasons in Rome. essay by Anna Maria Cossiga

Winter It’s snowing! So beautiful. You never have snow, in Rome. Well, sometimes you do. Every twenty years or so. White carpet, muffling the steps of the many people walking … Continue reading

June 11, 2013 · Leave a comment