Tag Archives: Comunist Poetry

Take bread away from me, if you wish, take air …

When your hands leap towards mine, love, what do they …

When I cannot look at your face I look at …

You are the daughter of the sea, oregano’s first cousin. …

Thinking, tangling shadows in the deep solitude. You are far …

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, …

Spain was a taut, dry drum-head Daily beating a dull …

Of the many men whom I am, whom we are, …

Everything on the earth bristled, the bramble pricked and the …

I touch hatred like a covered breast; I without stopping …

Walking Around

Three triangles of birds crossed Over the enormous ocean which …