9 Poemas de Amy Lowell

A Coloured Print By Shokei

It winds along the face of a cliff

This path which I long to explore,

And over it dashes a waterfall,

And the air is full of the roar

And the thunderous voice of waters which sweep

In a silver torrent over some steep.

It clears the path with a mighty bound

And tumbles below and away,

And the trees and the bushes which grow in the rocks

Are wet with its jewelled spray;

The air is misty and heavy with sound,

And small, wet wildflowers star the ground.… Leer más

5 Poemas de Juliana Spahr

Thrashing Seems Crazy

this is true
a man in an alley grabbed my arm
this is true
someone called me an left the phone dangling at the post office
this is true
a man stalked me

someone tells a story

someone tells a story to another person
another person says I don’t believe this
someone tells the story again in an attempt to convince
someone tells

as disbelief is easy
belief is difficult, supported by constraint

but a woman knows a man stalked her
knows this is true

a woman knows her own address
her own body
her lost domain, her desires, her confusions

someone tells a story

there are things people can do to themselves
they are:
leave molotov cocktail on own yard
set fire to own house
leave a glass of urine on own porch
leave envelope of feces outside own door
send a butcher knife to self at work
send letter to health department that self is spreading VD
stab own back

someone tells this story
says this is true
self turns on self
the knife enters at a point that the self could not have reached
but did
someone tells and then repeats and she stalks herself several
times to convince
someone tries to enter into the information
to pass words back and forth that have meaning
fails, resorts to this is true

this is true
a woman calls her stalker The Poet

this is true
a woman describes a stalker in terms that describe herself

this is true
a woman stalked herself to kill herself

this is true
a woman is at times a man

when a fish is hooked
other fish don’t see the hook

thrashing seems crazy

the hook could be the branding of a woman at a young age
by a man
or an older male neighbor spending too much time with a
child
or the boring nature of life

in the story the hook is the artist’s rendering of the stalker as
described by the woman
it is the woman in a man’s face

she does not know this man
thrashing seems crazy

later she realizes it is herself
her knife
her hook
her own face she was always drawing male

this is true
as thrashing is not crazy when one is on the hook

Narrative

The water is blackish, green, and dark.… Leer más

12 Poemas de Hugo Mujica

Infancia

Llueve
y al árbol le pesan sus hojas,
a los rosales sus rosas.… Leer más

6 Poemas de Evelyn Lau

Experience at the Bus Stop

«hey, you got a smoke» the bum asks

poking about in the rain

so I give him the stub between my lips

offering ashes for the warmth he needs

he takes it an inhales hard

saying «what’s life without a wife?

hey that rhymes; I could write me a poem»

but the poetry seemed to escape with his words

15 Poemas de Silvia Rodríguez Bravo

Árboles bajo la lluvia

Abandoné tribus, religiones, amantes.

Robé en el bar de la esquina

sorbos de vino de una copa ajena

y entré en el rumor de la noche

que venía cayendo en suspiros de niebla.

Desde entonces el universo

gira demasiado lejos.

Desde entonces la vida me deja

un frío lento zurcido al cuello,

soledades que nunca

perderán su sabor a niebla,

a humo de cigarro,

a humedad poética. … Leer más

9 Poemas y un Cuento de Joaquim M. Machado de Assis

Vousqui des combats du coeur n’aimez que la victoireet

qui revëz d’amour, comme on rève de glore

l’oeil fier et non voilé des pleurs…

George Farcy

Erro

Erro é teu. Amei-te um dia 

Com esse amor passageiro 

Que nasce na fantasia 

E não chega ao coração; 

Não foi amor, foi apenas 

Uma ligeira impressão; 

Um querer indiferente, 

Em tua presença, vivo, 

Morto, se estavas ausente

E se ora me vês esquivo,

se, como outrora, não vês

meus incensos de poeta

ir eu queimar a teus pés,

é que, -como obra de um dia,

passou-me essa fantasia.… Leer más

5 Poemas de Marianne Boruch

Another’s skin on the wound

because so much can be grafted though mostly
my own hip or back will do. If it’s really the body
and not metaphor, some expert in
cellular smarts could link-up those capillaries like
the guy on a chair at the basement power box knows
what’s what with wires
so the fridge will work again, and the stove,
and the lights when windows darken.… Leer más

13 Poemas de Blanca Luz Brum

¿Sabes de dónde vine?

¿Sabes de dónde vine con mis ropas sencillas?

Con el alma y el cuerpo saturada de aromas

De tréboles, de malvas, verbenas y gramillas

Y en los ojos las curvas perfectas de las lomas?

Yo vine de los campos que dora el sol ardiente

Donde forja el labriego el pan de cada día

Arrojando a los surcos la bendita simiente

Mientras juegan sus hijos en la blanca alquería.… Leer más

13 Poemas de Javier Claure Covarrubias

Mis abuelos

Mi abuelo
era un hombre noble de ternos oscuros
y sombrero borsalino
escuchaba misa los domingos
en la Semana Santa de nazarenos
hacía brillar el metal de su crucifijo
y limpiaba el cuerpo de Cristo
con algodón bendecido y alcohol blanco.

Mi abuela
era esa mujer
de manos prodigiosas
su tacto relucía
en las tareas del hogar
imploraba al Espíritu Santo 
y a las almas benditas en sus plegarias
nunca declaró desierto a su casa
y protegía a sus hijas
con ese amor
que solo las madres pueden dar.… Leer más

9 Poemas de William S. Burroughs

Thanksgiving Prayer (Oración De Acción De Gracias)

Para John Dillinger

con la esperanza de que siga vivo.

28 de noviembre de 1986. Día de acción de gracias.

Gracias por el pavo y las palomas,
destinados a ser cagados a través de las tripas de los americanos.

Gracias por todo un continente que hemos saqueado y envenenado.… Leer más

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