HALLUCINATION: Poetry of Bai Yuchan
HALLUCINATION He invaded my house, passed the gate of the courtyard, went through the cracks destination. Then, standing, alive, in the middle of the courtyard, he explains the truth of this beautiful cock I chuckled, she has much still to be clarified. This newborn piglet is wonderful, I giggled as before. She still takes me back: these flowers are really …
Read More »MEXICO, THE PACIFIC COAST: Endless beaches, embraced by a mild climate, even in winter
Not only tourists coming from the United States, but from all over the world. The sport of sailing and surfing, underwater fishing and comfort, not only have the name of Acapulco, but also to Puerto Vallarta and any place of Baja California. Arid deserts with cacti and steppe accompany your path, but you never forget that you are surrounded by …
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LAND OF SPARROWS: Poetry of Nazih Abu ‘Afash
LAND OF SPARROWS Maybe you think: this is a dark red flower flowing on the rock, these forms aggregates at the edges of the trenches are shepherds doze. The earth, as he depicted the brush of God, it is a field ready for plowing, for wheat, the walks, the songs. Maybe you think, does not know, how could he know …
Read More »HEART: Poetry of Margaret Atwood
HEART Some sell their blood. You will sell the heart. Either that or the soul. The hard part is to pull out the damn thing. A kind of spiral movement, like an oyster shell, your spine a pulse, and then, hey presto! It is in your mouth. Nearly you put yourself in turmoil, like un’attinia ejecting a stone. There is …
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MATTHIAS GRÃœNEWALD (1480/1528), GERMAN PAINTER: Shades of expression, walking on asymmetries chromatic paintings
ROSE FLOWER: Poetry Hai Zi
ROSE FLOWER Rose flower, body like honey. He rose garden, hair like night, hold the white snow of her swollen breasts. It brings snow, outside the door of snow two glasses of wine covered with white snow. Window of snow, in the window of white snow two valleys rose flaming, or two candles flaming two candles burning burning himself, to …
Read More »FROM A NOTEBOOK: Poetry, by James Merrill
FROM A NOTEBOOK The whiteness near and far. The cold, the hush. A first word stops the blizzard, steps out into fresh candor. You ask no more. Each never taken stride leads onward, though in circles ever smaller, smaller. The vertigo upholds you. And now to glide, across the frozen pond, steelshod, to chase its dreamless oval, with loop and …
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