Poetry of Gonzalinho da Costa

Morning steps forward… Morning steps forward, freshly washed, newly fed, tautly wound, a limber bow, Ready to spring, tumble, whee...

BREAKFAST Dark-headed coffee is a keen companion Of depth and wit, Finely calibrated scientific instrument. Swinging his cens...

SINS OF THE FATHER “Why is not the son charged with the guilt of his father?”—Ezekiel 18:19 The son does not acknowledge but ...

Forbearance is silence… Forbearance is silence, Virtue of the meek. Silence is complicity, Oppression of the weak. Origina...

THE JEWELER Afternoon is a jeweler Setting hours in gold, As silver glinting waves Slap the garnet shore. Originally publish...

FORT SANTIAGO To José Rizal I visited your cold, stone prison. Bereft of spirit, Empty of words. Your cell rang like footst...

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