Poetry of Gonzalinho da Costa

JUDOKA To my father Grappling for smallest advantage, Shifting weight left, right, Right, left, He tugs, pulls, jostles, F...

You walk along shoulders… You walk along shoulders of bamboo groves, Starlight treads in your footsteps. You go forward with s...

Solitude is a healer… Solitude is a healer of memories. Gently, he rubs liniment on bruises inflicted By verbal assaults, sharp w...

S parkling river of silence… Sparkling river of silence, Traveler along a shadowy forest floor— I drink deep draughts, lasting, ...

THE RICE PLANT I held him by his slender neck To pierce him under his chin And saw white sap trickle forth Like milk spills fro...

COFFEE Coffee is a brown man Made from soil, Pressed into shape, Fired shiny, Waxen as a lizard, Hat white like dried-out sh...

MELANCHOLY The words of a rainy day Drift incessantly, sighing. Clouds wander about, homeless. Soughing water vanishes. The...