Poem of the day. Coral Bracho
di
Redazione Italia, 13 Aprile 2016
Redazione Italia, 13 Aprile 2016
Among 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.
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.
I
couldn’t say how long, but now
I’ve come out into what must have
been a garden
or some back terrace.
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.
Perhaps I will recognize the look of my room
by
its own back. Or from it, perhaps, I will catch
some sound
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
Coral Bracho
