Me gustas cuando callas porque estás como ausente,
y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te toca.
Parece que los ojos se te hubieran volado
y parece que un beso te cerrara la boca.
Como todas las cosas están llenas de mi alma
emerges de las cosas, llena del alma mía.
Mariposa de sueño, te pareces a mi alma,
y […]
To Whom it May Concern:
Do not eat the tuna salad in the fridge.
I will throw it away when I am again able to make the trek to the kitchen.
Thank you for your cooperation,
The Management.
…I think that when this concept of peace of mind is introduced and made central to the act of technical work, a fusion of classic and romantic quality can take place at a basic level within a practical working context. I’ve said you can actually see this fusion in skilled mechanics and machinists of a […]
In weather like this, the homeless hardly can live
and every year makes more of them, none of them like me.
I give to beggars of course, though charity
prolongs their pain. So do market forces.
Strong brains who tackle problems of this kind
need the protection of a cosy house
or several. I manage with only two,
and I love these […]
Poet
Confined to words.
And their hard shapes
Curves of black crushed and folded under white-cliffed edges.
At least, a collection of fragmented sounds: crude blue-printed motions,
And at most, a small whisper of greatness,
Or perhaps a cleverly woven image,
Maybe even an impulsed hint of some radiant-colored feeling.
Yet still all poured into those unchanging molds
Those cold, indifferent strokes.
And by design […]
© 2008
Jeff Foster