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Then

Then with her hands she’d crown her son’s head, then with her arms she’d embrace him,      then with her fingers she’d pluck out his ...


Black Lips

Listen You who chew on my solitude with your televisions on You who attend my funeral every morning to light a candle Listen I will drive a verb into your eyes I will plant a beat in ...


Half Sleep Half Death

Half sleep half death. My hands in springtime my heart in mud. Thus I transform myself. Between spring and not spring where trees are deep and waves strike root. Thus I transform ...


Shave

Observe yourself in the mirror, unchanged yet strange, still shaggy with sleep, startled at seeing your likeness. These wrinkles, these graying temples that you’ve already accepted ...


Night Does Not Fall

Night does not fall nor does it come   Night slowly breaks within me   Because I am a lake ever faceless and I am mud in the dreams of secret stars   So ...


Roosters and Bones

If when night falls in the kitchen Someone leans over To look in the sink, he will see That the rooster’s bones Are much less white. The reason is that they don’t remain ...


Situation: To Cast Off A Malady

invite people over. invite everyone.  to a feast.  a big feast. and if the sick one doesn't want to get out of bed, that’s fine, leave him there. let there be music and ...


Largo di Vitoria

Out of milk, out of strong skin jumps the big brother. When the river flows, the berth sleeps. There’s the block behind me.   The biggest mango tree in Bahia is a hundred ...


From the Figure 6 Into Ships

You destroyed all letters. You burned the heavenly garden.  Lot's wife, Ahmed, tiny little mouth.   Das ist Mercedes Benz. Jetzt ist zu spät.  Did Glinka shake ...


Let Us Talk

First, we will bury you in the sand, with your head free to speak about mutual understanding, about peace;   first, we will make your field our own, station soldiers between mine and ...


Day, A

gulls woke me and the sun the month january at the foot of the mountain my day at sea, in raging waves, i proved an awful captain, anchor caught in a burnt ...


Trilingual Poem with Dead Swans

Lebede moarte pe ape vinete—Cygnes morts dans des eaux violettes—Dead swans on purple waters—tremura albe de iarna—tremblent blancs d’hiver—shiver white ...


Movements

1 You went to heaven, Sir, forgetting your legs. Should we bury them?   My legs are rose-pink and they’re no good for a wafer.     2 Wanderer, the moon has its own ...


Call Me at Home, Flambé

darling, when it comes to strawberries you’re like me more, and more and sugar, brandy in mom’s tin pan all summer. you’ve strawberried yourself you leave my tongue ...


Hermes In Retrogression

With fingers—fingertips and edge of nail— he plots fires with tongues of snakes, a child yearning for sheer drops, with paper wings on his shoulders, thinking and thinking of ...


Bilingual Poem avec Clichés

“Danse avec moi under the stormy sky”                             ...


Room

In that town there was a room I kept circling. It was near my girlfriend’s. She didn’t know I sometimes climbed those stairs. On the wall there were photos from before the war. I ...


Worth It (A Thursday Telephonically)

Sad is he who for love has never lost a home.         Joan Margarit Around ten I call you to say I have ten calls, another meeting, six letters, a ...


from “Tales of the Autumn in Gerona”

A woman—I should say a stranger—who caresses you, jokes with you, is sweet with you and brings you to the edge of the abyss. There, the character cries ah or pales. As though he ...


Lockjaw

I walk toward the mill To meet my quiet father He walks on grass-covered paths His foot in a child's shoe The mill got swept away by the river Two wars have since gone by Father was ...


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