Category: Poems

FROM THE HUMAN WINDOW From the human window, eyes caught sight of a quiet sky sinking in the dusk. From the human window, ears heard a sweet voice

Giacomo Manzù UNTIMELY LEAVING When a sun which knows no more dawn dies away in its own light, and the night blots out its stars, snaps the stem,

HOMAGE TO ALL THE CLEANING PERSONS, ESPECIALLY THOSE CLEANING HOSPITALS, IN THESE DAYS OF CORONAVIRUS I AM ALSO IMPORTANT When you rich guys have spent your money, and

SPIRITUAL GRAVITY An obscure symbiosis of wandering through the synapses of stars demands also to bury my soul when I die. Passing through its rough skin, I’ll embrace

THE YEARS FROM YOU TO ME Again curls your hair, when I cry. With the blue of your eyes you set the table of our love: a bed

EPITAPH FOR JOAQUÍN PASOS He used to walk here, along these streets, without job or position and without a peso. Only poets, prostitutes, and bums knew his verses.

A HALF MOON Since when are you hanging there, half moon, drifting palely in the sky? The wind rises, the nightfall brings a chill, and the edge of

Germain Droogenbroodt, Picture Loek Groenendijk WRITING POETRY To find the fragile balance between silence and word between the road and the deviation between the nameless and the nameable

Painting by Barbaras BilderKunst THE HEART They say it’s the size of my clenched fist. Small, then, but that’s enough to set in motion all of this. It’s

THE HOUSE OF THE WORLD The tiny flower of the candle, on the table —the bread, the wine, the rose— the sudden whiteness of the open bed, eternity