A Homage to Skins (poema meu)

pousa os teus lábios nos meus

até esquecermos de onde viemos

descansa o teu coração no meu

até o pensamento nos libertar

da tensão que não repousa

do amor que nunca pára de escorrer

tal é a sabedoria que transporta

nesta hora de cumplicidade

poem of the day: Sudden Light

DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI

Sudden Light

I have been here before,

But when or how I cannot tell:

I know the grass beyond the door,

The sweet keen smell,

The sighing sound, the lights around the shore.

You have been mine before,—

How long ago I may not know:

But just when at that swallow's soar

Your neck turn'd so,

Some veil did fall,—I knew it all of yore.

Has this been thus before?

And shall not thus time's eddying flight

Still with our lives our love restore

In death's despite,

And day and night yield one delight once more?

Poem of the day:The Anxiety of Coincidence

Mark Bibbins

The Anxiety of Coincidence

Your object will have made a good subject
and I should get to tell you so: the bird
with a beak but no mouth, we hear him only

when it's night in the Dominican Republic
and Israel at the same time. Someone will
find your marginalia useful, so try to spare

some ink. I took dictation only from you,
for whom verbs were nothing and tense
everything. See the difference, you kept asking,

but it wasn't a question. See how enormous—
camel hauling an empty wheelchair, conspiracy
of hangman men, dried-out song that makes

it snow. You realize we could have walked
home in the hours taking inventory took, jack
of no traits. Bird with no wings.

Let's go

Broken

Something is broken inside of me.

Literature says it better

Fragile Broken Things