Long Abysm Poems

Torn and Tattered Wings

It’s not easy to have seen
All the darkness inside you
Places I have been
Sorrow and degrading
Thrusting their blades epithetize 
Hard into your heart

I look in your eyes
See the padded cells of your tears
Their...

Read More

Carlos Bousono’s poem : Recordando a pastora imperio

                         for Damaso Alonso

(Poem...

Read More

The Question, Translation of Carlos Bousono’s poem : La Cuestion

				« …Oh ! God, Oh ! Centre »*

		for Vicente Puchol

(* Note by the editor, Alejandro D. Amusco, attesting that the above quotation was not included in...

Read More

I stand, facing the roaring deep
 I stand, and get jolted from my petrified sleep
 A most wonderful sight
 A most phenomenal sight

 Waves, unleashing their fury
 Waves, battling, wild and free
 Waves, tainted with...

Read More

The Crucifixion Of the Christ

Lo and behold, on this rood
On it once lay a great sacrifice
Of God’s only Beloved son
With his blood spilt on the wood
He washed away every vice
The cuffs of all our sins...

Read More

UPON THE SEASHORE
Off the blue Nantucket
music of laguid hours,emerges
from the labyrinth,delicate
snail-horn perceptions of beauty,
thronging this world of sensible
things.Stirred by majesty,soft
flowing surging impressions
where sea meets sky.Infinite
purples,fragments of rainbow
gleam in the spindrift,sensuous 
lively,lovely,many-hued restless
gossamer,abysm of time in...

Read More

I am hollow for I want what is out of my reach
Things I cannot have at that precise moment
My will struggles inside like a chained monster
Trying to get lose and devour whatever has the
Power to...

Read More

Silver blades in deathmatch, sound of thunder, lightning cuts flesh in half.
Robotic feet march, shaking redwood trees, frightening bird wings.
Bobbing heads in claustrophobic helmets, decomposing.
Cannonballs block out the sunny skies — fate’s abysm.*
Fat furry rats...

Read More

Systemic symmetries of destruction, 
gorging with thoughtless consumption…
Within the bowls of corruption,
enslaved by the sanguinary skins of seduction…
Butterflies bloom to demonic deeds, 
of the feeding frenzy that surely bleeds…
Voices that spread their saintly seeds, 
only...

Read More

Brumal mist ...
Crawls o'er the spindrift
White hats and bobbing buoys
Nod to me in affirmation ...

Oh, Calypso ...
So calculable and sure
Stir me as the sand, soft
Gather me to the briny abysm ...

Deep, dark and close ...
Reticent...

Read More