9.
I’ve tried to explain
how the whites around
the words are so important
to me those silences I caress
on paper breaths spaces
make the poem
.
.
.
.
After Wallace Stevens poem Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird
.
9.
I’ve tried to explain
how the whites around
the words are so important
to me those silences I caress
on paper breaths spaces
make the poem
.
.
.
.
After Wallace Stevens poem Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird
.
*
sight lowering
.
it comes as a milky cloth
twenty-four or thirty-six hours and I
.
live of something else I do not fight
I feel I smell and each hour has its taste
.
slow and sweet of who is blinded by white
of who doesn’t know yet believes that
.
this time too I will ride up the blood
to look outside once more
.
.