Tear of the Virgin
Tear-of-the-Virgin
everything and nothing is true
but I bear in my hand, from your cheek from the day
-spectral and garden-flower water
and tender blue sun.
March Point
secret window unreal
the gap opened by the blade to detach from the tree-
and vertigo clear.
Trino
September
snow still on the top
and grain and flower.
hear the trill:
which enshrines in your ear, how illusory
a tendril, aria
resurrection.
Said ditch And so it still comes
-myth of childhood, from its mounts,
to find a place in another realm:
with trill and mint through
la aridez,
discurriendo por las sílabas claras,
venturosas.
Así es
Todo lo que ha escrito la noche
―astros, espectros―
lo borra el alba:
así establece una página abierta
a tu verdad.
Sin ayer ni futuro
soy su lector
y recito a media voz esta luz,
esta sombra instantánea.
Esquela
Quisiera hacer de este día
un objeto, puntual ―tal como un cántaro
o una lámpara:
el poema
que aparente ser sólo superficie
―pero que
store yet (what for what time you?)
flame, fresh water.
The task to be accomplished
she has traveled
Paul Anadón
And now,
educate
letter in the habit of two things: the sky
birds that cross the West;
leaf that sways on the sidewalk;
the window of the bar, and a time translucent;
the avenue that runs to an empty square, the window
not sleep at night
the city without your foot.
Southern Air
As an air that came from the South and it's time
to light in the wilderness of the stove
another winter fire, and then throw the bundle of poems
extinct:
to wait for you so
only called in when naked,
Virgen-del-Cold.
Before the storm
The storm, which advances
and has covered South
angle:
but trees,
her younger sisters garden,
pots with water, do not move
not even a leaf, a wave:
I treat that stillness, as a matter of personal
.
Córdoba
A Rodolfo Godinez
is true: once again has opened the day.
And there are, is a gift, the pleasant blue
summit
beloved city. Córdoba
-that stammers, again, on their morning
the poem as possible.
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