To submit to chance is to reveal the self and its obsessions.
Once I knew, then I forgot. It was as if I had fallen asleep in a field only to discover at waking that a grove of trees had grown up around me. Doubt nothing, believe everything, was my friend’s idea...
Most of the American films were made in southern California, so if you were in Europe, watching those palm trees swaying in the wind with someone like Rita Hayworth gliding underneath them in a white...
In the Libraryfor OctavioThere's a book calledA Dictionary of Angels.No one has opened it in fifty years,I know, because when I did,The covers creaked, the pagesCrumbled. There I discoveredThe angels...
The truth is dark under your eyelids.What are you going to do about it?The birds are silent; there's no one to ask.All day long you'll squint at the gray sky.When the wind blows you'll shiver like str...
MY SECRET IDENTITY ISThe room is empty,And the window is open
I left parts of myself everywhere,The way absent-minded people leave
The stone is a mirror which works poorly. Nothing in it but dimness. Your dimness or its dimness, who's to say? In the hush your heart sounds like a black cricket.
Eyes Fastened With PinsHow much death works,No one knows what a longDay he puts in. The littleWife always aloneIroning death's laundry.The beautiful daughtersSetting death's supper table.The neighbors...
Because the light is always with usand the hush of an early morningtime propitious to plain speechspace between the premonition and the event
At some point my need for a solution was replaced by the poetry of my continuous failure.
The SomethingHere come my night thoughtsOn crutches,Returning from studying the heavens.What they thought aboutStayed the same,Stayed immense and incomprehensible.My mother and father smile at each ot...
Nationalism is a self-constructed cage in which family members can huddle in safety when they’re not growling and barking at someone outside the cage.
لابد أن عدد ساعات اليد وساعات الحوائط الموجودة اليوم هو تحقير للأبدية
الحلم الأمريكى الجديد أن تصبح فى غاية الثراء وينظر إليك على الرغم من ذلك بوصفك ضحية
There’s a book calledA Dictionary of Angels.No one has opened it in fifty years,I know, because when I did,The covers creaked, the pagesCrumbled. There I discoveredThe angels were once as plentifulAs...
On this Very Street in BelgradeYour mother carried youOut of the smoking ruins of a buildingAnd set you down on this sidewalkLike a doll bundled in burnt rags,Where you now stood years laterTalking to...
I was already dozing off in the shade, dreaming that the rustling trees were my many selves explaining themselves all at the same time so that I could not make out a single word. My life was a beautif...
أنا أبتهل للفرصة التي تمد إليَّ يدًا تشير إلى مخرج من هذا السجن الذي أسميه نفسي
The ProdigalDark morning rainMeant to fallOn a prison and a schoolyard,Falling meanwhileOn my mother and her old dog. How slow she shuffles nowIn my father’s Sunday shoes.The dog by her sideTrembling...