1、PoetryAnd it was at that age Poetry arrived in search of me I don’t know, I don’t know Where it came fromFrom winter or a river
I don’t know how or when No, they were not voices They were not words, nor silence But from a street I was 1)summoned from the branches of night 2)Abruptly from the others Among violent fires or returning alone There I was without a face and it touched meI did not know what to say My mouth had no way with namesMy eyes were blind and something started in my soul Fever or forgotten wingsAnd I made my own way 3)deciphering that fireAnd I wrote the first 4)faint lineFaint without substancePure nonsense, pure wisdom of someone who knows nothingAnd suddenly I saw the heavens unfastened And open planets 5)palpitating 6)plantationsShadow 7)perforated riddled with arrow