Poems in Sicily and America

At home among sand and surf, conversing with sea birds and trees, gathering gem-like pieces of sea glass in jars that line his windowsill to catch the first light alongside bottles of Sicilian wine, beautifully carved walking sticks made from found driftwood leaning in a corner, the scents of homemade cod and eggplant sizzling in the kitchen with a traditional Sicilian side dish of peas and ham, Andrea Boccelli’s silver tenor threading through the apartment rooms, and dog-eared copies of Aeschylus and Shakespeare’s sonnets on the bathroom floor—Emanuel di Pasquale has lived the life of a Romantic poet for decades.