WORDS ARE LOST ON POETS Poem by Raúl Henao

Words are lost on poets

Their steps are lost

One the track of life

But it's possible to imagine them

Between lines

The lost face

The face of the blind

The face of paradise.

Sense is lost on poets

Between heaving

lovers' breasts

Between the breathing of the living

And the murmur of the dead.

Poets always lose their hearts

Life gets lost between the words.



For Lorenzo García Vega
Translated by Cindy Schuster