Taking pictures is savoring life intensely, every hundredth of a second
[Nothing stays put. The world is a wheel.]
All that we know, that we’re
made of, is motion.
Ghost girl, my sweetheart, girl - look what
nonsense was uttered by my deflated heart.
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Jaime Sabines, from “Place of Love”, translated by Colin Carberry (thanks, this-is-lucas)
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Sleep, I swear
there’s no one else—
raise me up
in the near-night
& set me like
a tin toy to work,
clanking in the bare
broken bright.
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Kevin Young, from “Serenade”
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