The King Poem by Luís Miguel Nava

The King

Rating: 3.5


The sea's in our body. While someone
whose heart is his king
arrays the other pieces on the chessboard

it breaks in his hand. Between the pieces
and the sea there's a complicity whose weight
only a player feels, with each move he makes.

Translation: 2008, Richard Zenith

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