Those of you, lost and yearning to be free, Who hear these words, take heart from me. I once was in as many drafts as you. But briefly, essentially, here I am. Who touches this poem touches a woman.julia alvarez, from “33”(selected by maria-rosa olivera-williams)
The rules of form Are exactly like those of fate Time is no more than chance It can’t leave any trace Only memories Childhood is like an old cat Dozing off on a cushion Manufacturing images Starts with colors Manufacturing colors tRelies on a glib tonguegao xingjian, from i say porcupine,” tr. gilbert c.f. fong (selected by howard goldblatt)