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Poetry Month 2017: Jaime Luis Huenún
TWO POEMS from PORT TRAKL I got off in the fog of Port Trakl, searching for the bar of good fortune to chat about my trip. But everyone stared at the polar stare in their drinks, silent like the sea off a desert island. I went out to roam the red lit streets. Perfumed and bored women, selling their tired bodies. “In Port Trakl poets come to die” they said, smiling in all the languages of the world. I gave them poems I planned to take to my grave as proof of my time on Earth.Read More