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panhead Poetry

straighten my legs, I think the recurring themes of poetry. Simic is a poet of long hours contemplating how a grain of corn fall from the table to the dirty floor restaurant in the city center. In a new street ereclipton dash, a material for spraying inns and kitchens. Usually what happens is rewards are those poems beautiful, correct, with even the brand of the last century modernism and social commitment. With themes of the sky, the moon, the trees as if to tell the nature or the list of topics having to do with poetry. When poetry has more to do with human nature: pain, joy, fear, envy, love, and the time lag OTHER EVENTS: Web, soda light, the hotmail and apartment buildings Gipson roofs, etc. In my opinion, I see poetry as intrinsic to the man, not nature, which in itself is a vehicle that uses poetry to sustain the strain that becomes a leaf for example, falling on a woman's hair, and how this fall, the poetry becomes an event black, blue or light, or if not well.

A. Morales Cruz (Text and Image)


Late September (Charles Simic)

The mail truck goes down the coast
with a single letter.
At the end of long pier
a dull gull occasionally lifts a leg
and then forgets it down.
hangs in the air
tragedies threaten to come.

Last night,
think of listening to the TV next door. Were sure
estaban reportando
sobre algún horror nuevo.
Así que saliste para averiguarlo.
Descalzo, con apenas una pantaloneta.
Era tan solo el mar que sonaba cansado
después de tantas vidas
de pretender apresurarse hacia algún lugar
sin lograr jamás llegar a él.

Esta mañana parece domingo.
El cielo hizo su parte
y no proyectó ninguna sombra en la acera
o en la hilera de cabañas vacías.
Entre ellas, una pequeña iglesia
con una docena de tumbas grises arropadas
como si también tuviesen escalofríos.