sexta-feira, 15 de março de 2013

10 - José Duarte


I will laugh to her. An
admirable programme.
Unfortunately it can’t be
carried out. One keeps
on emerging from a phase,
but it always recurs. Round
and round. Everything repeats,
the vast emptiness timer after
time. The first plunge of the knife
into the flesh again and again.
Didn’t the eagle find a fresh liver
to tear in Prometheus every time
it dined?

From Observations (a work in progress)

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