In Short (Ernesto Trejo Poems)
Let's say that on the corner there is a man.That today his son spread out his armsin a dream in ...
Let's say that on the corner there is a man.That today his son spread out his armsin a dream in ...
Dwell not with me,For you'll never seeMore than a possum or a kangaroo,And now and then a cockatoo.Oh, would you ...
COME up, thou red thing.Come up, and be called a moon.The mosquitoes are biting to-nightLike memories.Memories, northern memories,Bitter-stinging white world ...
I'm lyin' on the barren ground that's baked and cracked with drought, And dunno if my legs or back or ...
The toad beneath the harrow knows Exactly where eath tooth-point goes. The butterfly upon the road Preaches contentment to that ...
All the time I pray to Buddha I keep on killing mosquitoes. (Kobayashi Issa)
certain creatures it seems are never seen straight on - they occupy the corner of the eye once sensed (a ...
We had another thaw today Mud thick and dark above the rims of the Escort wagon sitting in the quicksand ...
Surrounded by prickers, thorns tugging on my coat, my jeans lowering myself to the dark small fruit gathering in, berry ...
Yesterday, for a long while, the early morning sunlight in the trees was sufficient, replaced by a hello from a ...
It was no place for the faithless, so I felt a little odd walking the marshland with my daughters, Canada ...
Now darkness ponds upon the violet hills; cicadas sing; the tall elms gently sway; and night bends near, a deepening ...
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
The state with the prettiest name, the state that floats in brackish water, held together by mangrave roots that bear ...
I'm thinking about you. What else can I say? The palm trees on the reverse are a delusion; so is ...
So much rain, so much life like the swollen sky of this black August. My sister, the sun, broods in ...
When sunset, a brass gong, vibrate through Couva, is then I see my soul, swiftly unsheathed, like a white cattle ...
Koening knew now there was no one on the river. Entering its brown mouth choking with lilies and curtained with ...
"You come and see me, boys," he said; "You'll find a welcome and a bed And whisky any time you ...
The ground verdigris, fluffy with young mosquitoes. Waters as sacred as these, as fatted with reeds. Bronze palm planted to ...
The lemon sunlight poured out far between things inhabits a coolness. Mosquitoes have subsided, flies are for later heat. Every ...
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