Poetry of Gonzalinho da Costa

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

DARKENING AFTERNOONS I love the wooden beauty of darkening afternoons Softly varnishing the oldness of the sky, Weathered like th...

PRIME Morning is a swimming pool, Deepest blue, Newly replenished, Chilled overnight, Rippling gently. Floating water molec...

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...