(translated by Toshiya Kamei)
just as emptiness fills my glass seals my metaphysical memory that I was once the son of the sun
spring on the back of a hand
I was god
unlike now
a mere disposition of cells that look at the window watch life go in a wagon a happy couple a midnight sun
my brown flesh proclaims its southern nature my heart speaks of utopias the cloth of a lady who doesn't love and no longer matters
I don't have springs on the back of my hand I have life on the shoulder blade on the red cushion in the hendecasyllable
I return to the dream of being a hendecasyllable
it doesn't suffer
it sounds
and vibrates
it's never a fucking forgotten chair
Author Bio:
Born in 1952 in Jauja, Peru, Jaime Urco currently lives in Lima, where he teaches at the Universidad de Lima. His books include the poetry collections Silbando una canción feliz (1985), Retrato en blanco y negro (1986), and Poca luz en el bar y otros poemas (1995).
just as emptiness fills my glass seals my metaphysical memory that I was once the son of the sun
spring on the back of a hand
I was god
unlike now
a mere disposition of cells that look at the window watch life go in a wagon a happy couple a midnight sun
my brown flesh proclaims its southern nature my heart speaks of utopias the cloth of a lady who doesn't love and no longer matters
I don't have springs on the back of my hand I have life on the shoulder blade on the red cushion in the hendecasyllable
I return to the dream of being a hendecasyllable
it doesn't suffer
it sounds
and vibrates
it's never a fucking forgotten chair
Author Bio:
Born in 1952 in Jauja, Peru, Jaime Urco currently lives in Lima, where he teaches at the Universidad de Lima. His books include the poetry collections Silbando una canción feliz (1985), Retrato en blanco y negro (1986), and Poca luz en el bar y otros poemas (1995).
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