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––by Vicente Gerbasi


In order to live with my feelings

I start to draw chrysanthemums

I get lost in the space of my eyes.

I rub magic rocks

and spooks jump out the rails

of the midnight train.

The magicians dance

in front of the fiery ovens.

At the edge of the ocean

a naked woman

takes me to hear the sea shells

in the darkness of the planets.



[From Retumba como un sótano del cielo (Rumblings like a cellar from the sky), 1977, by Vecente Gerbasi (1913-1992). Translated by Ron Rodriguez, 2009. Originally published in NHS 2010, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs10/index.html.]