¿Y si todo esto sucede en un laboratorio? ¿Bajo sólo una lámpara de día y miles de millones por la noche?
When I pronounce the word Future,the first syllable already belongs to the past.When I pronounce the word Silence,I destroy it.
ClassifiedsWHOEVER’S found out what locationcompassion (heart’s imagination)can be contacted at these days,is herewith urged to name the place;and sing about it in full voice,and dance like crazy and...
AstonishmentWhy after all this one and not the rest?Why this specific self, not in a nest, But a house? Sewn up not in scales, but skin?Not topped off by a leaf, but by a face?Why on earth now, on Tue...
I usually write for the individual reader -though I would like to have many such readers. There are some poets who write for people assembled in big rooms, so they can live through something collectiv...
Would we really be driven to darkest despair by the news that life doesn’t exist beyond Earth? (…) But let’s stop and think about such a revelation. Would that really be the worst of all possible news...
We treat each other with exceeding courtesy;we says, it’s great to see you after all these years.Our tigers drink milk.Our hawks tread the ground.Our sharks have all drowned.Our wolves yawn beyond the...
They’ll reenter their lives’ cages, where love’s tiger sometimes rages, but the beast’s too tame to bite. We’ll
The Three Oddest WordsWhen I pronounce the word Future, the first syllable already belongs to the past. When I pronounce the word Silence, I destroy it. When I pronounce the word Nothing, I make somet...
I prefer the absurdity of writing poemsto the absurdity of not writing poems.
I am too near to be dreamt of by him.I do not fly over him, do not escape from himunder the roots of a tree. I am too near.Not in my voice sings the fish in the net,not from my finger rolls the ring.I...
History didn’t greet us with triumphal fanfares: —it flung dirty sand into our eyes. Ahead of us lay long roads leading nowhere, poisoned wells and bitter bread.
Funny little thing. How could she know that even despair can work for you if you’re lucky enough to outlive it. I’d
Dimenticano che la vita non è qui.Altre leggi, nero su bianco, vigono qui.Un batter d’occhio durerà quanto dico io,si lascerà dividere in piccole eternitàpiene di pallottole fermate in volo.Non una co...
DESPEDIDA DE UN PAISAJENo le reprocho a la primaveraque llegue de nuevo. No me quejo de que cumplacomo todos los añoscon sus obligaciones. Comprendo que mi tristezano frenara la hierba.Si los tallos v...
Cierta gente huyendo de otra gente.
Each of us has a very rich nature and can look at things objectively, from a distance, and at the same time can have something more personal to say about them. I am trying to look at the world, and at...
هردو بر اين باورندكه حسي ناگهاني آنها را به هم پيوند داده.چنين اطميناني زيباست،اما ترديد زيبا تر است.چون قبلا همديگر را نمي شناختند،گمان مي بردند هرگز چيزي ميان آنها نبوده. اما نظر خيابان ها، پله ها و...
Within the four walls of avalanches, I call out to Yeti.Stomping my feet for warmthon the snowthe snow eternal.
There were doorknobs and doorbellswhere one touch had covered anotherbeforehand.suitcases checked and standing side by side.one night, perhaps, the same dreamgrown hazy by morning.every beginningis on...