viernes, 22 de enero de 2016

olor a tierra

Madre ha partido
murmurando hacia la cocina
Y el fuego humea otra noche
sumergidos en el oleaje de la niebla.
La Tierra corcovea
Y la lluviausente.

domingo, 10 de enero de 2016

bright moments

when it all makes sense
a great crystal forest  

 because it seems 
only a sneeze away  
from incomprehensible chaos  
whose lineaments we are
only beginning to

"whose lineaments
we are"

well you go out there
& then come back in-
to the midst of whatever
awful things

the people who "make" money
make an awful lot of money
make money off of

but here walks a portly or is it potty? bearded person
carrying shopping bag moving along
up the street in big white sneakers  

having descended from stately vintage Checker Cab

it is God
forever unemployed

 but really muy contento


sábado, 2 de enero de 2016

a dream within a dream

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?