No-poesía diaria via Whatsapp.
The question these mornings of birdsong
I woke up this morning thinking/T.S. Eliot had no clue
We should have known it well
A poem in draft form.
After Éluard and Cave.
With apologies to Walt Whitman.
A new attempt at a poem.
Ni siquiera la muerte
se desahce de este polvo.
What would have taken to break the silence?
Written on my notebook at the 'Sensational Butterflies' show, National History Museum, London , 25 May 2014.
Borrowed Still Memories III (2009)