Poetry of Gonzalinho da Costa

SUPREMO To Andres Bonifacio Your bones may be lost forever, But we are possessed, fortunately, Of your photograph, in which ...

Original context of Painting: A THEORY OF POETRY This first poem, Painting, seeks to express a philosophy of poetic composition...

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...