“Oft ic sceolde ana uhtna gehwylce mine ceare cwiþan. Nis nu cwicra nan þe ic him modsefan minne durre sweotule asecgan.”

Often I had alone to speak of my trouble each morning before dawn. There is none now living to whom I dare clearly speak of my innermost thoughts.

(excerpt from “The Wanderer”, Old English, late X cent.)


Welcome to this place of english verses. I’m Italian, and English is not my first language.
For this reason I would be happy for every feedback you would give me about my poetic efforts.

I hope you’ll have a good time reading my work.