Poetry of Gonzalinho da Costa

I eat dry bread… I eat dry bread in the desert: It tastes like a cake of dust. I breathe in and out powdery clouds: Nostrils sin...

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

Nighttime… Nighttime, I am alone In the desert, Moon, sand, stars, My only companions. Clouds have forsaken this land. Dista...

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 int...

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