Found Poem (1976)

In the east, the day breaks; do not
say we have started too early;
For we shall cross many hills yet
Before we grow old; here
the land is surpassing in beauty.
(Mao Tse Tung, 1934)

I look out the bars upon the Castle
the crust, caked row of age;
in a corner my friendly spider
crouches for the unwary gnats
of my days.… Leer más