LOGOS POETRY

Title: FABIO HERRERA: THOUGHT 1995

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FABIO HERRERA: THOUGHT 1995 Carlos Barbarito trans. Brian Cole °***° from "THREE POEMS ON THREE DRAWINGS BY THE SAME ARTIST" And this insect trapped in the amber? What broad waters must be crossed to demolish time, its evidence? What counsel do we find in the alien tremor, the alien desire, under the spheres, flocks of birds? And this god fallen among dry leaves? The feet sink into the soft soil, after the storm, up there the sky, that does not clear. How can we measure how much is lost, species, hours? On a slate, marks scarcely legible. A pole half-buried in the mud. The sun appears, lights up a very small portion, the rest, substance that does not circulate, stays calm, between stone and stone. ...