The Man with the Cactus Heart by Juan Felipe Herrera
Political meetings cabbage and richman's literature (oh, yes, and altar boys)
abolish them. Immediately.
I want to go to Milano. Eat chocolate.
You with music— a crescendo.
These are the principal things; a condensed century
for my thirst. Reach into me.
I beg you, open this shirt pressing violently, breathe into me.
do I know of this place,
the role of the tree for decades
taken by a bonsai, voices
rising from the tennis courts --
Fields. Smell of the tall grass, new cut.
As one expects of a lyric poet.
We look at the world once, in childhood.
The rest is memory.
from "Nostos" by Louise Gluck