Nuevos poemas: XIV / Reynaldo Pérez Só

New Poems: XIV

stone you can’t hear me
and it’s best
we don’t understand each other the northern hill
is big
the southern hill
is big

another summer arrives
and the swaying wind
would be so similar but the dead one does not exist

the northern hill
carries another river

the northern one where I don’t
always the hill

knowing so much is of no interest

crossing a street
is pure eternity.

                         January 1971

{ Reynaldo Pérez Só, Nuevos poemas, Valencia: Universidad de Carabobo, 1975 }

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