Tag: poems
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“The skin of a bull” by Salvador Espriu (My translation from Catalan*)
Sometimes it is necessary, essentialthat a man dies for a peopleBut an entire people must never diefor a single man:Remember this, Sepharad. Make sure to keep the bridges of dialogue safeand try to understand and lovethe different reasonings and tongues of all your children.Drop by drop, let the rain fall on the seedlingsand the air…
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The Finding of History
[For Jessie Starkey] As a child There was no such thing as history Nothing in our town had patina, texture, age Nothing showed evidence of time long ago The lines were straight The streets were new The houses breathed fresh air only And their bricks were made recently All this was obvious…
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Death Notices
[First published in “Love and Fear: A Poetry Anthology,” 2003.] she died even the ambulance was ambivalent a baby died lying still on its back they thought about their income tax 1000 died spiraling down in a plane his world remained exactly the same a fly dies legs kicking in the air…
Brett Hetherington 