Poetry of Gonzalinho da Costa

PLANTING RICE To Fernando Amorsolo You capture the special quality Of the light of our land— Brilliant but blinding, Vitalizi...

The ocean is a desert… The ocean is a desert: No water to drink, No trees to rest, No animals to ride. The gull that glide...

ELIJAH I am struck down by the warrior sun in the desert. I am a string attempting to stand. I cannot move my legs— They are st...

The world is… The world is a waterless white expanse. Abandoned cities stand as termite mounds, Hubs of gulley networks lined wi...

THE DESERT It was the Lord, our God, who brought us and our ancestors up out of the land of Egypt, out of the house of slavery.—Jos...

I listen to broken grass… I listen to broken grass Dried out by summer Popping underfoot like Frozen grass in winter. Origin...

2:00 AM No dogs bark at this hour, Desolate, an abandoned field burnt by the sun, Dry shaving curls on a workshop floor long uns...