Brancusi in Chicago, and: Ship Shape, and: Ocelot

59 Juan José Daneri Brancusi in Chicago The golden bird Climbs without wings From the center Of the room Static between metal and wood The web Unravels a line of light Outside The crystals swagger Unpolluted Beside a lake —tr. ESB Ship Shape Ulysses Miranda observes The portrait, uncomfortable Touches the indecisive gesture Of his hand An acid taste sours His pride And troubles the glimmer On the water Ulysses Miranda closes His right hand, capturing In unconquered labor Sustenance —tr. ESB 60 the minnesota review Ocelot The texture of the paper Restores the description Solid Illiterate Of the codex I smell the outline Of your ink Enclosed for so many years In the impression Of your face —tr. ESB ...