—for perfidious protectorsI was playing in the street no one paid attention to me as I made forms out of sand mumbling Rimbaud under my breath once an elderly gentleman overheard it —little boy you are a poet just now we are organizing a grass-roo...
To the memory of my
And now she has over her head brown clouds of rootsa slim lily of salt on the temples beads of sandwhile she sails on the bottle of a boat through foaming nebulasA mile beyond us where the river turnsvisible-invisible as t...
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So first the faithful dog will go and after it a pig or ass through the black grass will beat a track along it will the first man steal who with iron hand will smother on his glass brow a drop of fear so first the dog honest mongrel which ...
A home above the year's seasonshome of children animals and applesa square of empty spaceunder an absent starhome was the telescope of childhoodthe skin of emotiona sister's cheekbranch of a treethe cheek was extinguished by flamethe branch crosse...
Mr Cogito never trustedtricks of the imaginationthe piano at the top of the Alpsplayed false concerts for himhe didn't appreciate labyrinthsthe Sphinx filled him with loathinghe lived in a house with no basementwithout mirrors or dialecticsjungles...
A blonde girl is bent over a poem
With a pencil sharp as a lancet she transfers the words to a blank page and changes them into strokes, accents, caesuras
The lament of a fallen poet now looks like a salamander eaten away by ants
Wh...
I would like to describe the simplest emotion joy or sadness but not as others do reaching for shafts of rain or sun I would like to describe a light which is being born in me but I know it does not resemble any star for it is not so bright not so...
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Now that we’re alone we can talk prince man to man though you lie on the stairs and see no more than a dead ant nothing but black sun with broken rays I could never think of your hands without smiling and now that they lie on the...
First there was a god of night and tempest, a black idol without eyes, before whom they leaped, naked and smeared with blood
Later on, in the times of the republic, there were many gods with wives, children, creaking beds, and harmlessly expl...
Those who sailed at dawnbut will never returnleft their trace on a wave—a shell fell to the bottom of the seabeautiful as lips turned to stonethose who walked on a sandy roadbut could not reach the shuttered windowsthough they already saw the roof...
We walk by the sea-shore holding firmly in our hands the two ends of an antique dialogue —do you love me
—I love you with furrowed eyebrows I summarize all wisdom of the two testaments astrologers prophets philosophers of the gardens and cloi...
Of course those who are standing at the top of the stairs know they know everything with us it's different sweepers of squares hostages of a better future those at the top of the stairs appear to us rarely with a hushing finger always at the mouth...