Poems from The Circle of Sundial

Theft

When he woke up from his dream
He stood by the window;
The war was gazing at him

When he returned from his sadness
……………
……………
He was forty.

Transitory Experience

We passed by the river…
We left on the bridge’s dusty air, a dream
That lightened-
We returned…
And said: tomorrow
When the bridges become heavens
We’ll get the dream to rain…

Were we close, meanwhile, to the idea of love?

Hope

The candle
In the well of night
Flickers…
Disperses its flame slowly
Night overtakes it-
It moves away…
Ascends in light
Ascends in gale
Returns with the returning glow
like sails…

The usurper night
is detained
In the well of the candle.

(1998)