The water, the air, the sky
The water, the air, the sky —when the light opens within it a space, no matter the season; the crown —if tall and not too thick, balancing itself, better, more remotely— of the trees; large webs spreading, circular, over the twilight surface of a river; the city, the corner of a city —street paved with stones and moss or bricks, the branches over the garden walls, the incipient breeze— surging at sunrise as we wake. Matter that is matter, flowing. Images, not symbols.
La vastedad (1988)
{ Guillermo Sucre, Conversación con la intemperie. Seis poetas venezolanos, selección y prólogo de Gustavo Guerrero, Barcelona, España: Galaxia Gutenberg/Círculo de Lectores, 2008 }
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