what can a creature do, if not -
among other creatures -
to love?
to love and to forget,
...
Old age (as others call it)
may be the time of our bliss.
The animal has died or almost died.
Man and his soul remain.
...
don't be afflicted by the flowing petal
it's also being, this way to cease to be
you'll still see roses, curled up in ashes
...
e processos simbolicos incompletos
(o verso livre e a revolucao industrial, o obvio e a meta-poesia -
falhas da visao espacial, rompendo o proprio ser que via)
repletos de modicos recessos contra a dor.
...
a menina de jogar saco
o muleque que tirava sarro
a tia da casa de barro
pagando pipoca emprestado
...
to think that every single time you thoughts are slashed
with every stunted shattered night, every sighting of encompassing absurd
...
she was the one that taught me the supreme, life-saving skill:
when the storm rages -
and it rages all the time,
the world is always in collapse outside.
...
reading was safe when everything else was harm -
and the library is now on fire
so then!
...
you burn something and intone the names of everyone you've lost
you make light a bit
and the laughter is almost as unbearable as the pain
...
you build an altar, you find a quiet place
or maybe a place so noisy and intense and full of life and light that it can hold you in distraction, you'll need a while
you set out your best satins
...