Ponç Pons Poems

Out of an island of words,
among wild olive trees and books,
while I feel, listening to
the beauty of the wind,
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In the final world of Tomis,
covered in foreign earth,
lying in an anonymous tomb
buffeted by the saline wind,
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It rains on my childhood
Octavio Paz

I
Standing by the wild north-coast sea I see the rain raining
Behind this lump in my throat is my childhood heaped
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Tutto che mi resta è già perduto
Quasimodo

Ronsard's roses are long faded now
and God is only one memory more
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People change and smile, but the agony abides.
T.S. Eliot

I have walked the fields to Son Bou
and I have seen gullies scoring the face of Llucalquelba
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Stranded among filthy
shattered skeletons
of ships on a beach
unknown and burning
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