LOGOS POETRY

Title: ASHES OF NOON

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ASHES OF NOON Carlos Barbarito trans. Brian Cole °***° Ashes of noon, under a miscalculation, an uncertain possibility. The foundations of the only bridge give way. Some stone remains, a chunk of twisted metal, a mouldy brick on which flies copulate. The bridge gives way, falls into the night, the dense net in which we are all fish, flat, scarcely phosphorescent. Empty fruits of dawn, why should it not be a possibility of the blood, a coded impression of the light on a thin sensitive paper? Pity burns in its centre. Memory blazes in a stone square. A door opens and no-one enters. The echo mistrusts the shadow. ...