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PAZ IS PASSING BY

(1914-1998)

Paz is passing by

his voice remembers

when city streets

would welcome words

of civility

your thoughts

a repast of taste

with the intimate

reprimanded recurrences

and sentences

of your stranded past

you speak and sing to me

over names that slept

a thousand days

in rose blossoming

over deserts

of thirst of watering holes

from Mexico's sounds

ascending in the dawn

even now

his gated shadows are here

enough reported

and said by your cortege.

R.B. KITAJ'S POETS

(1932-2007)

At the Berlin Jewish museum

a poet writing turns toward me

embracing signs of history

and art from California

from your yellow studio

at those days R.B.Kitaj once

traced back in Berkeley

in drawn paints on screen

of wet silhouettes

remembering his tribute

to Creeley and Duncan

who visit you, Kitaj

in London, 1977

with unrelenting brushstrokes

from outdoor cafes of lovers.

VIRGINIA WOOLF'S PART

(1882- 1941)

In your living room

of entrance, entr'acte

and departure

from crystal goblets

you drink and draw in

from blinds and awnings

of a fallen crossword abyss

in your answered mind

visiting from a metamorphosis

of a quest on boulevards

overlooking the sea

flowers found on roads

you pick up rose petals

near the fountain water

wrapped in quiet silences

a crisp tongue rolled

over the lawn mower

by London green

at dawn's walk of the dog

moving to leaves on fire

an astonished figure in the sun

waving only to the wind

with a post -war cut story

pasted from the vessels

of your outlook opens

at an optimistic notebook

her crystal pocketbook

in her hands

remembering how art

enters and leaves our world

as a well known influence

from your own image

of renewed language

from square toed critics

who have gone before you

with their own petulance

love, prejudice or parlance.