Red poppy
Sonnet XXV Before I loved you, love, nothing was my own: I wavered through the streets, among objects: nothing mattered or had a name: the world was made of air, [...]
December 2007
December 2006
Religion in the East
There in Rangoon I understood that the godswere enemies of the poor human being,just as God is.Gods of alabaster, lying downlike white whales,gods gilded like wheat,serpent gods coiled roundthe crime [...]
To My Party
You have given me fraternity toward the unknown man.You have joined the strength of all the living.You have given me the country again as in a birth.You have given me [...]
October 2006
Fleas interest me so much
Fleas interest me so muchthat I let them bite me for hours.They are perfect, ancient, Sanskrit,machines that admit of no appeal.They do not bite to eat,they bite only to jump;they [...]
August 2006
Tonight I can write the saddest lines
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.Write, for example,'The night is shatteredand the blue stars shiver in the distance.'The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.Tonight I can write [...]
A Dog Has Died
My dog has died.I buried him in the gardennext to a rusted old machine.Some day I'll join him right there,but now he's gone with his shaggy coat,his bad manners and [...]
Gentleman Alone
The young maricones and the horny muchachas,The big fat widows delirious from insomnia,The young wives thirty hours' pregnant,And the hoarse tomcats that cross my garden at night,Like a collar of [...]
Poetry
And it was at that age ... Poetry arrivedin search of me. I don't know, I don't know whereit came from, from winter or a river.I don't know how or [...]