My heart is like an open wound
For M— My heart is like an open woundThat you dip your fingers into And turn them over and overUntil they are covered in my blood and…
For M— My heart is like an open woundThat you dip your fingers into And turn them over and overUntil they are covered in my blood and…
A green ocean An awareness adrift on its waves, a disciple of silence, Dissolving At nightfall — the stars are reflected on the inky blackness of…
1. Sharp and green the bamboo leaves surround your sex Silently, our lips speak of freedom. The blood that spurts from our mouths drop heavily into…
Sexuality is the fire; love and eroticism are the two flames emanating from that fire. This is the theme of Octavio Paz’s last book The Double…
Saint-John Perse was born in the Caribbean during the colonial era to a family that belonged to the privileged ruling class. He identified with the…
Nightmasks In dreamdarknessI come upon a nightEndless and vast Lit up by the moonlampcasting lightshadowson familiar faces — revealing theirnightmasks Wingseeds Dried wingseeds fall onThis alien…
Remember when words fell on the soft ground of your mind like big droplets of rain? Or when they rose up like incense smoke in the…
II. Vortices of dreams Gulf streams of treacherous shadows Enchantment of deep slumber at the rocky edges of the night… Like the ancient rhythm of siren…
Planet 22— Circling around your own sun in that thin belt that supports life, I dream about you, I dream of your lush forests where night,…
Memory Amongst the old books again The order of the poems in which they were first discovered Flint-sparks that echo the lightnings and thunderous skies of…