by Pablo Neruda Maru Mori brought me/ a pair/ of socks/ which she knitted herselfwith her sheepherder’s hands,/ two socks as soft/ as rabbits./ I slipped my feet/ into them/ as though into/ two/ cases/ knitted/ with threads of/ twilight/ and goa...

Chunky and noisy,/ but with stars in their black feathers,/ they spring from the telephone wire/ and instantly// they are acrobats/ in the freezing wind./ And now, in the theater of air,/ they swing over buildings,// dipping and rising;/ they float l...

This is now. Now is. Don't/postpone till then. Spend// the spark of iron on stone./ Sit at the head of the table;/ dip your spoon in the bowl./ Seat yourself next your joy// and have your awakened soul/ pour wine. Branches in the// spring wind, easy ...

These sudden ends of time must give us pause.   We fray into the future, rarely wroughtSave in the tapestries of afterthought.More time, more time. Barrages of applause   Come muffled from a buried radio.The New-year bel...