DAWN
Slowly
as a poem writes itself
daybreak comes
from nothing into being
disposes of silence
and brings light
everywhere arises green
victuals for the sun
which from the earth
no other darkness removes
but the night.
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DO NOT follow the stars of the night
but go upstream following the darkness
earthly and palpable
don’t save the alms
share bread and wine
with the nomads of the night
throw roses in the break of day.
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THE STARS are hardly more
than dispersed fragments
of an invisible unity
Resisting all questions
about what disappears
or continues to exist
just as in the stem of the autumn tree
although invisible
the blossom is already present.
QUESTION
Earth, are you still more
than a spark of the primal light
a mutilated boulder
lost in the universe?
The golden calf
unwinged the angel
and the ruler
–as prophet disguised–
spreads lies as truth
barely audible remains
the familiar wingbeat
the double pulse of the heart.
HOPE
Since many months no rain
they suffer
but still they are green
because without hope
neither they can live
– the trees.
LIFE
Like an ephemeral flower
like a handful of snow
which for a moment glitters in the sun
and melts
slowly seeps away
merges with
and again becomes
-earth.
EAGLE
The ravens fly in swarms
the eagle flies alone
Luchino Visconti
So close to heaven
flies the eagle
lonely
as the poet
who patiently waits
the arrival of a verse
till the pen
scratches finally a few a few lines
still doubting
the sense
the idleness
of naming.
WHAT ELSE…
What else
searches the word for
in the sediment of the verse
if not for the impalpable
– which exists
just as the water of the river
escapes the hand
but learns its limits in the jar
conserves its form
and refreshes
as sometimes does
a poem
SHANGHAI
Unmoved flowing
between past and present:
the river
reflecting at dusk
the heaven-defying towers
the colourful, ephemeral glitter
nameless
the testament
the stone trace of men.
WRITING POETRY
Find the bottom
at the bottomless
read the hours
in the whirlpool
of time
experience silence
not as a void
but as fullness
unfold light
with the shadows
of the night
span a bridge
with unspoken words
create a rainbow
with the colours of peace.
SEARCHING FOR LIGHT
(To Hugo Mujica)
Although the roots
searching for water
embrace each other
and the branches
searching for light
draw apart
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