Section: «Poems»

Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings: artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.); a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").

Sonnet Viii

If your eyes were not the color of the moon,of a day full [here, interrupted by the baby waking -- continued about 26hours later ]of a day full of..

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The Dictators

An odor has remained among the sugarcane:a mixture of blood and body, a penetratingpetal that brings nausea.Between the coconut palms the graves are..

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Tower Of Light

O tower of light, sad beautythat magnified necklaces and statues in the sea,calcareous eye, insignia of the vast waters, cryof the mourning petrel..

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Some Beasts

It was the twilight of the iguana:From a rainbowing battlement,a tongue like a javelinlunging in verdure;an ant heap treading the jungle,monastic, on..

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Ode To Maize

America, from a grainof maize you grewto crownwith spacious landsthe ocean foam.A grain of maize was your geography.From the graina green lance..

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Magellanic Penguin

Neither clown nor child nor blacknor white but verticleand a questioning innocencedressed in night and snow:The mother smiles at the sailor,the..

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The White Mans Burden

Lost in the forest, I broke off a dark twigand lifted its whisper to my thirsty lips:maybe it was the voice of the rain crying,a cracked bell, or a..

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Love Sonnet XVII

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.I love you as certain dark things are to be..

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Here I Love You

Here I love you.In the dark pines the wind disentangles itself.The moon glows like phosphorous on the vagrant waters.Days, all one kind, go chasing..

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The Song Of Despair

You swallowed everything, like distance.Like the sea, like time.In you everything sank!It was the happy hour of assault and the kiss.The hour of the..

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In You The Earth

Littlerose,roselet,at times,tiny and naked,it seemsas though you would fitin one of my hands,as though I’ll clasp you like thisand carry you to my..

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I Remember You As You Were

I remember you as you were in the last autumn.You were the grey beret and the still heart.In your eyes the flames of the twilight fought on.And the..

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The Dead Woman

If suddenly you do not exist,if suddenly you no longer live,I shall live on.I do not dare,I do not dare to write it,if you die.I shall live on.For..

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It's Good To Feel You Are Close To Me

It's good to feel you are close to me in the night, love,invisible in your sleep, intently nocturnal,while I untangle my worriesas if they were..

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Ode To A Large Tuna In The Market

Among the market greens,a bulletfrom the oceandepths,a swimmingprojectile,I saw you,dead.All around youwere lettuces,sea foamof the..

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Death Alone

There are lone cemeteries,tombs full of soundless bones,the heart threading a tunnel,a dark, dark tunnel:like a wreck we die to the very core,as if..

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Sonnet Xxxiv (You Are The Daughter Of The Sea)

You are the daughter of the sea, oregano's first cousin.Swimmer, your body is pure as the water;cook, your blood is quick as the soil.Everything you..

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Ode To Salt

This saltin the salt cellarI once saw in the salt mines.I knowyou won'tbelieve mebutit singssalt sings, the skinof the salt minessingswith a mouth..

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I Crave Your Mouth, Your Voice, Your Hair

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all dayI hunt..

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Ode To The Book

When I close a bookI open life.I hearfaltering criesamong harbours.Copper ignotsslide down sand-pitsto Tocopilla.Night time.Among the islandsour..

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Walking Around

It so happens I am sick of being a man.And it happens that I walk into tailorshops and moviehousesdried up, waterproof, like a swan made of..

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The Light Wraps You

The light wraps you in its mortal flame.Abstracted pale mourner, standing that wayagainst the old propellers of the twighlightthat revolves around..

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Puedo Escribir

Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.Escribir, por ejemplo: 'La noche está estrellada,y tiritan, azules, los astros, a lo lejos.'El..

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‘in The Wave-Strike Over Unquiet Stones’

In the wave-strike over unquiet stonesthe brightness bursts and bears the roseand the ring of water contracts to a clusterto one drop of azure brine..

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Ode To Wine

Day-colored wine,night-colored wine,wine with purple feetor wine with topaz blood,wine,starry childof earth,wine, smoothas a golden sword,softas..

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