feriado

feito morango, mordo teu cotovelo, 

feito quarta-feira, 

até ficar vermelho, 

feito feriado

baita responsa

 

dark places

 

Luis Garcia Montero

 

Eating Poetry - by Mark Strand

Eating Poetry 

by Mark Strand

Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.

The librarian does not believe what she sees.
Her eyes are sad
and she walks with her hands in her dress.

The poems are gone.
The light is dim.
The dogs are on the basement stairs and coming up.

Their eyeballs roll,
their blond legs burn like brush.
The poor librarian begins to stamp her feet and weep.

She does not understand.
When I get on my knees and lick her hand,
she screams.

I am a new man.
I snarl at her and bark.
I romp with joy in the bookish dark.

vida

 

segunda

 

Cosmogonia

Antonio Cicero lê "Na curva deste minuto"

education

 

poetry lesson - Grant Snider