POETRY

EXERCISE OF STYLE I’ll try not to use perfect words, such beauty, freedom, your light. Too big, they are waiting. More urgently, it says: last night I counted with the body, three hundred fingers of your hand. (Carmen Camacho)

ONE DAY WILL EXIST One day there will the girl and the woman, whose name will no longer mean only one opposed to the male, but something in itself, something that will not be expected to complete and border, but only in real life: the feminine humanity. This progress will transform the experience of love, which is now full of …

SOMETIMES YOUR SADNESS IS A YACHT Huge, white and expensive, like an anvil dropped from heaven: how will we get onboard, up there, when it hurts our necks to look? Other times it is a rock on the lawn, and matter can never be destroyed. But today we hold it to the edge of our bed, shutting our eyes, on …

IF I THINK If I thought I could go away to come to you, ten thousand miles would be a mile. But we’re in the same city and I dare not see you, and a mile It is longer than a million miles. (Marichico) http://www.amazon.co.uk/Love-Poems-Marichiko-Kenneth-Rexroth/dp/0879221003      

OUR HANDS IN THE WATER We fidget this water. In it, our hands are sought, sometimes touching, broken shapes. Further down, is a current, is something invisible, other trees, other lights, other dreams. And look, are also other colors. Refraction transfigures the red. It was a summer day? No, it is the time that will change the sky, and into …

ROTATIONS The rotation of a star, I understand with the heart. There are red hot stones on the night of the body. These are the names that trace their orbit of oblivion, their ellipse years and forgetfulness. (Lorenzo Mari)

WATER AND LAND: LANDSCAPES It is time imperceptible that it is night. And no one asks how does the night, that matter secret is building the night. Sea, return at night the darkness that draws in your abyss. It rains and the world is concentrated in the rain. The water is absorbed. The whole Earth is sinking in the rain. …

ALTHOUGH SO FRAGILE Although so fragile and so short love, blood has too young this girl, to burn poems spring. (Akiko Yosano)

ANGUISH I do not come tonight for your body, or the beast that the sins of a nation, accept, or stir up in your impure hair a sad storm, under the tedium incurable pouring my kiss. I ask you to read the heavy sleep without dreams, hovered under the veil of secret remorse, and that you can enjoy after your …

YOU ARE LIKENESS   Do you lie: water unfolds. You are the water diverted by eddies, are the earth that takes root, and where everything is based do bubbles of silence in the silence of the roars. Singing hymns of night rainbow ropes. You’re everywhere Abolish every street. You sacrifice the time to youth eternal flame exact, which veils the …