raised mad or sacred books.
blind parable, suddenly were fecundity, granary.
THE LETTERS BEGOT THE TERRESTRIAL STARS AND THE SONG, THE ARDENT HYMN THAT UNITES PEOPLES
in e u
no t gu
Yo . on
THE LETTER WAS THE MOTHER OF THE NEW BANNERS
forest and the heavens of the Black Isle, in the night.
in the roots are filled with letters twisted by the dampness of the
ages, song, memories, revolt,
spacious nave of books, at the
In everything, in the wake of the worm, one reads, in the rose, one
all the secret humus of the
found as jungle or dictionary covers me with its totality of red language.
the passing or permanent wind
and the new words, the truths and the explorations.
battle drum, arrived at the
emeralds write your name with the fresh initials of dew. My love your hair pro-
ter its essential gardening, when you read the old
like a deck of cards;
In the leaves of the young springtime sparkles the diamantine alphabet;
ters, messages, words, and
Love I love the letters of your hair, the U of your glance, the S of your figure.
written on leather as on
my song. But, when writing unfolds its roses, and the let-
wisdom over the printer’s word
in the orange shaped P.
troubadours of memory faintly
scarlet letter of summer: they are the exact flowers of
in the E echeloned to climb to heaven in the Z with its thunderbolt face,
hammers of language.
suddenly the slowness of
ters, and Villon and Berceo,
until I decipher the buried punctuation the poppy and the
shudder of the dying sage?), in the lily multiplied of the V of victory,
There they were shaped like teeth, nails, metallic
lated treasure; spreading
tion, roads, buildings of let-
AND THE MINER READ THE HARD AND CLANDESTINE LEAFLET, HID IT IN THE FOLDS OF THE SECRET HEART AND ABOVE, ON EARTH, HE WAS DIFFERENT AND DIFFERENT WAS HIS WORD.
the hidden letters elevate the unceasing springtime
Quevedo, (how can my poetry pass before that letter and not feel the ancient
From medieval hands to your eyes advanced this N,
loves; extending the accumu-
retort of the letter O, in the fresh flower vase of the Greek Y, in the Q of
scarlet in the snow; punctua-
I read your forehead, I read your hair and in the jasmine
But typography, let me celebrate you in the purity of your pure profiles, in the
gifts, their history, their
dove-shaped that flew, letters
looked at men seeking their
where live entwined the provincial initial of your name and the reef of my surnames.
outlet. The hearts, the eyes of men became filled with let-
the ships, the faces and the hands, I read your heart
sail, navigates the cursive curving the alphabet: the
green, the sandy typography of the rustic earth, I read
Venice, in whose mother waters, like a leaning
the alphabet illuminating the
all the adventures and in the grass I read, read the
ldine characters firm as the marine stature of
the celestial solitudes of heaven, as in a book I read
ters that liberated, letters
BUT LIFE, PEACE FOR THE SOLDIER; IT WENT DOWN TO THE SOLITUDES OF THE MINE
awakened and climbed, let-
I read, read in the night of austral Chile, lost in
a th l ig ou ee ik h en y, gh e l ce t on a I . f am ce pi lo or on mo t t ly re ov he on un er a po it he e w e et ho d w an ag av or ai es d d yo ns of ers t u t ar th la ng ype e e , th no ua an g c e e t fl ur or d r ow na a de er l ri ise wi y s n pl ng g th w ay e of in ds m, of my fo re st an r d e as t ry f on oa he , , on m s th ai , e li sh e w a mo ng do ho ve , s w me pe an ets nt rf d fo o of ra st r a t th th in rs e g e i li ch co n no es mp th ty os e s pi b i bi o n st sh g. ok : op an s d
ciphers of the anchor.
The paper’s eyes, which
and conquered, letters that
lower case stars and exclamations of frozen diamond;
to a sea of people with all
this double 8, this J this R of regal and rain.
water, in Flanders, in the North of the canals,
diaphanous with beauty unfurled, with capital and
form of a swollen river, rushing
the profile of writing.
cast in the minute steel of the printshop by the
like curved flowers.
I read, read in the cold firmament of the coast, intense
letters letters that sailed
foot of thought taking the
air of the oceanic discovers bent down forever
the white rectangle of Geometry; Elzevirian vowels
the vowels, the consonants
traveled and kindled,
complete letters, lean as greyhounds, subject to
alive, the alphabet burning,
YET THE LETTER WAS NOT BEAUTY ALONE
filled with confusion and turbulence; algebraic Bodoni,
whiteness, a petal or a starry
Letters long, severe, vertical, made of pure line, erect like a ship’s mast in the middle of the page
a small black statue on the
pyramids the letter was
etters, letters that
ODE TO TYPOGRAPHY
hey beat each letter, erected it,
eneath the newly written
FROM ONE LETTER ADDED TO ANOTHER LETTER AND ANOTHER, FROM PEOPLE TO PEOPLE WENT BEARING ITS SONOROUS AUTHORITY, AND WELLING IN THE THROATS OF MEN IT IMPOSED THE CLARITY OF THE SONG.
I love you, and in you I gather not only thought and combat, but your dress, senses, and sounds:
A of glorious avena