Poetry of Gonzalinho da Costa

PAINTING Let us paint the hours of the day. Morning is swimming pool blue Tinctured with blown ash, Pink gloaming Touched b...

THE RIVER Yesterday the river was lapping at my feet like an old man tapping out a message about time flowing downward from hills re...

THE SEA Down the road a short distance the sea is crashing breakers. I hear the soft rhythmic roar telling of a distant menace. W...

THE MOUNTAIN Climbing is like lifting a weight, hand over hand, using a pulley. Marathoner in a trance, you ascend rapidly as time sl...

Original context of The Lake: SILENCE “If a jar of wine is left in place a long time, the wine in it becomes clear, settled and fr...

THE LAKE In autumn chill I sat at the edge of a deep blue lake. It was placid as the stillness of the moon in solitary space. Sil...

IRONY Darkness is luminous: It bends as light. Day is over: It rises with night. A clock is a statue; A desert, a lake. ...