Poetry of Gonzalinho da Costa

WORK Work springs from bed, time ringing, Switches off alarm, not clock, world, Ticking, spinning, running, rushing— Undresses,...

NOISE Soon silence will have passed into legend. Man has turned his back on silence. Day after day he invents machines and devices t...

THE CLOCK We divide the clock Into pie segments To show, self-indulgently, We are masters of time. Serving up plates, we App...

WINTER SOLSTICE December 21, 1989 I am prisoner to conversation with an old man with a broken nose, mute with catarrh, sedentary an...

NOCTURNE I am a lover of the moon and silence, Silence milky as the moon, Moon radiant as silence. Silence is silver fish in bla...

D IVINA COMMEDIA To Thomas Merton I read your Seven Storey Mountain, noting your allusion to Dante. You told us the story of your...

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