Poems

Black Stone on Top of a White Stone I shall die in Paris, in a rainstorm, On a day I already remember. I shall die in […]

Los heraldos negros Hay golpes en la vida tan fuertes . . . ¡Yo no se! Golpes como del odio de Dios; como si ante ellos; […]

Paris, October 1936 From all of this I am the only one who leaves. From this bench I go away, from my pants, from my great […]

To My Brother Miguel In Memoriam Brother, today I sit on the brick bench of the house, where you make a bottomless emptiness. I remember we […]

Trilce Hay un lugar que yo me sé en este mundo, nada menos, adonde nunca llegaremos. Donde, aún sin nuestro pie llegase a dar por un […]

Alter-Ego From morning till evening he saw the tattoo on his silky chest: a russet woman, lying concealed in the field of hair. Beneath there was […]

Deola’s Return I’ll turn round in the street and look at the passers-by, I’ll be a passer-by myself. I’ll learn how to get up and lay […]

Instinct From the door of his house in the gentle sunshine the old man, disillusioned with everything, watches the dog and the bitch as they follow […]

Nocturne The hill is like night against the clear sky. Your head framed against it, barely moving, and moving with the sky. You are like a […]

Afternoon Song Though your wicked eyebrows call Your nature into question (Unangelic’s their suggestion, Witch whose eyes enthrall) I adore you still O foolish terrible emotion […]