Issue 164

Summer & Fall 2023

Image from The Seafarer

Poetry Juan Carlos Mestre Poetry Juan Carlos Mestre

In Memory of Joseph

I had coffee with Brodsky in a Janiculum bar
I didn’t know English, he didn’t speak the language of Cervantes
We could barely understand a damned word
He ordered a hard-boiled egg sandwich while reflecting

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The Acolyte

All night long I’ve been reading the Oration on the Dignity of Man by Pico della Mirandola,

from which one concludes that May 14, 1486, does not exist,

that spring and youth are daughters of Marsilio Ficino,

that beauty by mythological right is wife of the tripod and the chameleon.

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Poetry Juan Carlos Mestre Poetry Juan Carlos Mestre

The Refugees

As if nobody heard in the heart’s crypt the bones of the barbarous bird, nobody is nobody. Nobody the senator of suspenders. You are nobody, hat of receptions, and you, medusa hat, your elusive mercy conspiring with another class of nothing.

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