Author: Paul House

Poetry: Gone

South America, he said, pointing out to sea.

Venezuela, those funny French and Dutch places

with the brightly coloured flags, and Brazil.

The boy followed his finger but understood nothing. 

Just think, he said, you could walk off into the jungle

over there and never be heard of again.

Live the rest of your life with tight-faced little Indians

in loin cloths. Shoot arrows at prying helicopters.

All this gone.

 





Sample Chapters

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Poem for Anna •  Mandelstam and Mayakovsky •  The Lighted Window  •  Alone with the Years •  The Poet Tires •  Something there is •  La Madrugada •  Postcard of a Golden Retriever •  Shellfish •  Miguel Hernandez •  At the Edge of the Ebro •  Gone •  Playing Cards •  That's Where I Belong •  An Abstract Perfection •  Pearls in a Glass •  Poem for Susie •  TLP •  Mornings in Malasaña •  Leo •  A Garbled Message •  Gnome •  Old Friends •  More About Penguins •  Ghosts •  Poem for Nelly •  Good Friday in Salamanca