Poem of the day. Coral Bracho
di
Redazione Italia, May 20, 2016.
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Among
These Ruins
These Ruins
This
hotel is an old school,
you can feel it, though time has
passed.
Despite the broken-down walls,
the smashed spaces. The
people who live here
seem to be passing through. A few hours
each
day. A few months.
hotel is an old school,
you can feel it, though time has
passed.
Despite the broken-down walls,
the smashed spaces. The
people who live here
seem to be passing through. A few hours
each
day. A few months.
Perhaps
they
do have their own rooms,
but they seem to be constantly on the
move.
I have been looking for my own room for some time among
these ruins.
they
do have their own rooms,
but they seem to be constantly on the
move.
I have been looking for my own room for some time among
these ruins.
I couldn’t say how long, but now
I’ve come out
into what must have been a garden
or some back terrace.
From
here, all the spaces are back to front.
here, all the spaces are back to front.
Perhaps I will recognize
the look of my room
by its own back. Or from it, perhaps, I will
catch
some sound.
