Poems & News: I keep a blue flask, inside it an ear and a portra...

Poems & News: I keep a blue flask, inside it an ear and a portra...: When night forces the owl's feathers, when the raucous cherry tree shatters its lips and threatens with husks that the ocean win...

I keep a blue flask, inside it an ear and a portrait:

When night forces
the owl's feathers,
when the raucous cherry tree
shatters its lips and threatens
with husks that the ocean wind often penetrates,
I know that there are great sunken expanses,
quartz in ingots,
slime,
blue waters for a battle,
much silence,
many veins of retreats and camphors,
fallen things,
medals,
acts of tenderness,
parachutes, kisses...

It is only the passage from one day toward another,

a single bottle moving across the seas,

and a dining room to which come roses,

a dining room abandoned

like a thorn: I refer

to a shattered goblet, to a curtain,

to the depths of a deserted room through 

which a river flows dragging the stones.

It is a house set on the foundation of the

rain,

a two-storied house with compulsory

windows and strictly faithful climbing vines.

I go in the evening,

I arrive covered with mud and death,

dragging the earth and its roots,

and its vague belly where corpses

sleep with wheat,

metals,

overturned elephants.

But on top of everything there is a terrible,

a terrible,

hunger,

among, 

you know...

Poems & News: My friend, my friend, brother in arms, you do not ...

Poems & News: My friend, my friend, brother in arms, you do not ...: The world marches to the place where you were going, Brother. The songs of your mouth advance  each day for freedom and justice, i...

Poems & News: Into the night of the heart your name drops slowly...

Poems & News: Into the night of the heart your name drops slowly...: Something  wishes for its slight harm and its infinite and short esteem, like the step of a lost one suddenly heard. Suddenly, s...

Into the night of the heart your name drops slowly and moves in silence and falls and breaks and spreads its water.

Something  wishes for its slight harm
and its infinite and short esteem,
like the step of a lost one
suddenly heard.

Suddenly, suddenly listened to
and spread in the heart
with sad insistence and increase
like a cold autumnal dream.

The thick wheel of the earth,
its moist with oblivion,
spins,
cutting time
into inaccessible halves.

Its hard goblets cover your heart
spilt upon the cold earth
with its poor blue sparks
flying in the voice of the rain.

How pure and cold you are
by sunlight or by fallen night...

How triumphal and boundless
your orbit of white,
and your bosom of bread,
high in climate,
your crown of black trees,
beloved,
and your lone-animal nose,
nose of wild sheep
that smells of shadow and of
precipitous,
tyrannical cold heart.

Poems & News: It is the hour of departure, the hard cold hour wh...

Poems & News: It is the hour of departure, the hard cold hour wh...: I made the wall of shadow draw back, beyond desire and act, I walked on. It is the hour of departure. Oh abandoned one.

It is the hour of departure, the hard cold hour which the night fastens to all the timetables.

I made the wall of shadow
draw back,
beyond desire and act,
I walked on.

It is the hour of departure.
Oh abandoned one.

Poems & News: From billow to billow you still called and sang. S...

Poems & News: From billow to billow you still called and sang. S...: You still flowered in songs,  you still broke in currents. Oh pit of debris, open and bitter well.

From billow to billow you still called and sang. Standing like a sailor in the prow of a vessel.

You still flowered in songs, 
you still broke in currents.
Oh pit of debris,
open and bitter well.

Poems & News: Festen er over, rommet står grått og tomt, jentene...

Poems & News: Festen er over, rommet står grått og tomt, jentene...: As I take my shoes from the shoemaker,  and my coat from the tailor, so I take my religion from the priest. The best way to get the...