Poetry of Gonzalinho da Costa

PROLOGUE Gloaming is gradually pushing night away. Casting a magician’s spell, day sweeps His arm in a wide arc, left to right. ...

EPILOGUE Night begins in disquiet, pacing back and forth, Disturbed by spoons crossing swords with forks Banging on plates as ag...

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

THE COLOR OF DEATH What is the color of death? In the West many say black, Some in the East say white. Devout Muslims enshroud...

ALL SOULS’ The day of the dead is short respite for the living. The tumult of life is stilled by the remembrance of the dead. Th...

YOU ARE MY BROTHER I saw you dirty, sleeping in the street, Your dry hide, carbon smudged ancient pottery, Your fingernails, blac...

TREE SPARROW Chirps scatter… You, slight, alight, Switch your head, Hop, swivel, Tuck your arms tight, Preen, puff, shiver…...