Poetry of Gonzalinho da Costa

SUMMER SOLSTICE June 21, 2011 Early today, the sun leaps brilliantly over the horizon, taking a long, spellbound jump, spinning in ...

THE SONG OF CREATION To Gerard Manley Hopkins Creation sings of the glory of God. We do not hear it but see it In brilliant in...

BREAD Hot fresh bread, breakfast time: Fragrant, not a flower, Warming, not a fire, Lively, not a flame, Soothing, not a sal...

TAG-ULAN Earth dwells in a tent, suffused in light weakly estranged from darkness. The lowering sky is a mordant mangkukulam, inv...

WAITING The sky is clarity, The wind, perfume, You, a comely valley In a sunlit room. The sun arranges flowers Along a wi...

Afternoon has lost its fierceness… Afternoon has lost its fierceness like the death of summer grass, dry and crackling underfoot. ...

IS THERE NO BALM IN GILEAD? “You’re allergic to coffee,” the specialist says. I had been wondering about those skin rashes—rosea...