I heard a sleave of song

from an upper window

and moved in the sun to find them

I wanted to call to them,

beg them to lean out,

and go on

But there was no window,

I was on sand,

their lullabye came from the waves,

there were no waves,

but a glinting derelict named—no derelict named

Delirious Iris, I am home, there is snow

from a filmy coal-blue sky, mechanical

hissing, great heat, green clouds in the bath—please,

An eye in the lives of my loves

A lung in the lives of my loves

and the two things You keep … keys:

to liberty, to manacle

You Might Also Enjoy


Gaston F. de Bearn

Tuck finished his soup and salad one Sunday afternoon. His wife left to play tennis at a posh club downtown.


Lancelot Gomes

Manohar Shetty

It was Filomena Rodrigues who broke the news at the Panjim fish market. She ran into her neighbor Maravilha da Gama, who was. . .


Baffler Newsletter

new email subscribers receive a digital copy of our current issue.

Further Reading