The Light of Desire
La luz del deseo
Translated by Lori Marie Carlson We searched neither for Temples Nor monuments to love by Only sacred time In a sacred city Beyond the hills While Jerusalem dozed In the…
Literature /literatura
Poetry /poesía
MOVING SEASON
TIEMPO DE MUDANZAS
Translation by Tanya Huntington What remained was my vacant house, the empty space left by things that had to go in the moving van from one day to the…
mujeres: memoria
vengo de otra parte, escribí no es cuestión de geografía es cuestión de historia quería contarlo con las palabras de ellas con sus testimonios con sus confesiones quería contar los…
Inconsolabe
Inconsolabe
Translated by Cola Frazen and Alicia Borinsky my girlfriends have hidden for the last time I sense their breathing behind the curtains the mirror is still warm from their reflections as…
CUATRO VERSIONES DE BHARTRIHARI
(A PARTIR DE JOHN BROUGH) Se habla mucho –y con razón– de las versiones de poetas chinos que hizo Arthur Waley. Pero no se habla casi de las maravillosas versiones…
Two Poems
Ovid & Us Maybe our nostalgia is the size of a cloud and our sacraments buried in the stems of the royal palms Maybe worry doesn’t understand death it invites…
Acanalado
A veces es sólo una palabra que da vueltas: “acanalado” es hoy la que aparece y yo pienso en los techos de mi pueblo que no era pueblo sino suburbio…
Arborescencia
Ramaje meteoro. Lodazal salvia. Aire, nervaduras pulmonares en luminosidad. Bacterias. Lo que siempre es. Anterior. Permanente. Aquello. Lo otro. Esto. Pelusas en flotación por el callejón donde arden los tilos.…
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[Wasps]
[Avispas]
Translated by Tanya Huntington Thunderous buzz of reality, and yet I know nothing of wasps. To what degree does their duty to the nest come into play? Can they…
Tres poemas
INFIERNILLO Sobre el Río Balsas nada la memoria de un amigo. Subimos en bicicleta al cerro de la iguana y miramos florecer, a medio túnel, cerro adentro, un ojo puro…
Drink Up, City
Take your time. This storm won’t last a few days. It’s been raging for twelve years already, or centuries, and it won’t let up for generations. Yes, it’s true, the…
Shadows
Sombras
Translated by Tanya Huntington Daytime traffics in digressions, the growth of night on walls, night when it is no longer night, night on the verge of becoming thread, perimeter of…
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