Written on a wet and dark night outside my university residence I reflect on what is familiar to us but found in different places. The ending of the poem, with no conclusion, serves as a way for each ...

A poem written in Rome

This is a poem I wrote in the style of T.S Eliot's, following his visual imagery and ambiguity.

Froid de loup is an expression from the region in France my family originates from, Auvergne. The expression translates to 'wolf's cold' and is used to describe an intense cold. The second stanza of t...