Josep Piera Poems

I have lost words
now that you are dead.
Now
now that you have died
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I'm lying in bed, sick.
Summer, outside of me, the joyful cry
of birds the gentle time of nature.
I'm over forty. And now,
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They are not heavenly voices speaking to us
from deep in the distance. They are well loved voices.
Inner voices, faraway voices, voices that signal
a path no one knows where it leads.
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The dark ardent desire I search for
in this sea of light and hope,
the desire to be the star child
that once felt he was an angel's dream,
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To feel the green smell of calm winter,
the ice flowers whitening the heights
the transparent certainty of the nearby sea.
To feel…
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