Quotes of Poetry



Yes! Beautiful Guadalajara

I want to tell you something

You who conserve water from the well

Of your women the most beautiful

Guadalajara, Guadalajara! You have the most Mexican soul.


Singapore River

The operation was massive;
designed to give new life
to the old lady.
We cleaned out
her arteries, removed
detritus and silt,
created a by-pass
for the old blood.
Now you can hardly tell
her history.

“On the misty window of her room, she let her finger trace a broken line. She was that line.”


“Where have all the flowers of old Singapore gone? Gone, one would imagine, with the old folks and homes”


With closed eyes

I see through the glass:


the moon dissolves above the waters

and a liner wakens the last trails

of night in the long hair of a colt to Singapore.


I love you …


Under bare Ben Bulben's head
In Drumcliff churchyard Yeats is laid.
An ancestor was rector there
Long years ago, a church stands near,
By the road an ancient cross.
No marble, no conventional phrase;
On limestone quarried near the spot

"Día raro, absurdo,inquieto, melancólico fue así como coincidí contigo en el parque de Union Square
El bullicio cotidiano de la muchedumbre no opacó el brillo de tu voz
La lluvia esporádica no pudo movernos de aquélla banqueta

Grey towers of Durham! ...
Yet well I love thy mix'd and massive piles,
Half church of God, half castle ‘gainst the Scot,
And long to roam these venerable aisles,
With records stored of deeds long since forgot.