Aria Ligi is an independent scholar who has been writing for over forty years. She has a great love of history, and, the English Romantics. She has a Bachler’s Degree in Writing from San Francisco State University and graduated top of her class. Temple of Love and Blood, Bone and Stone are two of her earlier works.
She has been published most recently in October Hill, Z Publication’s New York’s Best Emerging Poets anthology, Light Journal: Issues Three, and four, the Australian Times, and University of South Dakota’s Vermillion Literary Project annual chapbook. She has appeared frequently on Progressive News Network’s Blog Talk Radio, reading her work and promoting good poetry. Currently, she is the Editor in Chief for New Poetry, an online international digest.
I can walk with Socrates; his white curls, his peaked
Domed head that reaches back and leapt forthwith.
I can stroll with Demosthenes, antient worldly man
In monastic bliss, modernity is, & I am no more bereft.
I am in this beauteous reign. My prow is a discus
In the clouds, swimming in streamlets, awash & bathing
In psalms o’ old and where evil odes, symbols rife with
Nefarious attributions are antithetical to these sparkling
Suffusions, uninterrupted by chafe wise intrusions.
I can ramble with Cicero, his robe a draped caring cape.
A caparison o’er a regale steed, his sage wise head lists in
And I am fed. Not in the mead o’ the meanest man,
But in subtle intricacies & the taste o’ wine, a warm wooing
Pungent port, clusters o’ grapes, o’er a Bacchanal court.
LII is a sonnet from my unpublished book Plíris Agápē which was written for Petrarch. Petrarch loved the ancient writers such as Cicero and Socrates, therefore this sonnet is him imagining having a conversation with them and what he would say.