Che Gelida Manina

Che Gelida Manina *After La Boh鑪e*
I will never forget your cold dead hand in mine, Che gelida manina, your tiny hand is frozen. The stars are like lamps on my frail stairs, Che gelida manina, your tiny hand is frozen. Beside my empty stove, I watch your closed eyes dance, Che gelida manina, your tiny hand is frozen. My life will end with your last sweet breath, Che gelida manina, your tiny hand is frozen. They will not carry you away, che gelida manina, until the sun has its revenge. But he knows how poor I am. While the drunken city sleeps, he will guide me down the stairs. I will bear your weight alone, che gelida manina, I who could not save you with my song. *August 18, 2005* Previous Entry Next Entry Return to Songs and Letters About the Author	Also by William Michaelian POETRY Winter Poems ISBN: 978-0-9796599-0-4 52 pages. Paper. 覧覧覧覧覧 Another Song I Know ISBN: 978-0-9796599-1-1 80 pages. Paper. 覧覧覧覧覧 Cosmopsis Books San Francisco Signed copies available Main Page Author痴 Note Background Notebook A Listening Thing Among the Living No Time to Cut My Hair One Hand Clapping Songs and Letters Collected Poems Early Short Stories Armenian Translations Cosmopsis Print Editions Interviews News and Reviews Highly Recommended Let痴 Eat Favorite Books & Authors Useless Information Conversation E-mail & Parting Thoughts Flippantly Answered Questions
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