Sunday, August 28, 2011

Poems by People I Saw While I Was Away (or translated by people I saw while I was away)


Crickets plant their blue flags
atop the evening
with tiny glass hammers.

Summer Music

In its embers, summer
is grilling a cicada,
intimate flesh of the tree.

from Micrograms by Jorge Carrera Andrade
translated by Alejandro De Acosta and Joshua Beckman (Wave Books, 2011)

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