Former poète maudit, RIP 2021.
2024-25 Pushcart nominee for most Proustean heartbreak.
Montalean longing, Lorca pinning.
I have to give you up again
And I can't.
I am after the lost sign, the single
pledge you graced me with.
And hell is certain
poemakontsa
Whoever says: God is a Spirit of peace,
is also repeating a seven year old boy who added:
It's during the day that I am afraid; not at night, because there's light
- Adelia Prado, my translation
Te sei. Em vida provei teu gosto.
i love flowers and silence
I'm not crying YOU're crying
Procuro sol porque sou bicho de corpo.
Sombra terei depois, a mais fria.
- Sensorial, Adélia Prado
Porque tudo que invento já foi dito
nos dois livros que eu li:
as escrituras de Deus,
as escrituras de João.
Tudo é Bíblias. Tudo é Grande Sertão.
- Adélia Prado, A invenção de um modo.
Good evening with this René Char translated by Pulitzer poet James Wright.
Every life
Every life, as it dawns,
kills one of the injured
Good morning to poets walking the tightrope of life, to poets playing against the odds, betting against the house, out-stacked.
I write poetry to wind the buried clocks of memory
I want to thank everyone of you for the words and for caring through this bond of friends, who are yet strangers, a bond through poetry and kindness.
I have always believed in such bonds and such paths of friendship. And that kindness and beauty and poetry tie lives together.
