Feliu Formosa Poems

Behind the glass I see
How suddenly is imposed
The incessant dripping
Of the rain over
...

I am friend of the winter's afternoon that disposes me to a poem
that cannot be accomplished. I am friend of the lost idea,
of the useless effort to make a few words sound in the valley
that has made me what I am now and whose confines I rarely leave.
...

To see one's own end
not as an unwanted
interruption,
but as a logical
...