Poet-Today ~ Samuel Delgado Pinheiro ~ The Arts-Muse Fair

Pic: Aminu S Muhammad

Japanese language

petals hover

river flows and drains

On the tea cup

nankeen trickles

cicada sings

monk’s semblance

rustle of trees

Letter for a Kurd

Roj

Light cloaks the flowers in the wind, even in the silence, tell to souls it message

lethargy doesn’t tell to your dragged and tomb soul on the cross of your sword

ear the valley of the dead from far away

in the garden, a drop after rain in the sun of your glance

şev

Esman, stêr, mang. Taught me: sky, star and moon

the poetry shows us our illiteracy, said while seeing the stars

who don’t know to read the night, couldn’t read himself

sounds in the head fade away on an infinite remembrance

each time clangs on an insistence to breath

            sleepless do it:

                                                vibration in the window

                                                bird’s absence                                     

looking for a set point

light absence: weapons

Av

            The waters go into the earth by tiny shocks on your portraits

            the martyrs of the day in a clash between silence and explosions

            unfortunately, I don’t speak your language

            but your silence is your dread

            liquefying the glass which separate us

           

Agir

            The overlaid mountains in your garden show the fire in the border

            concrete pieces from ancient Palmyra voices

            your blood wasn’t spilled 

            your hand lies down on the mine and ask for a stay in your land

            flames cloak the streets

            but it never burns your flowers

           

In a landscape

(while listening to John Cage)

I

Consistently, the flowers flourish by calculations. Tulips touch the snow by their stem strings

scaring the buildings, clouds loom by null movements to avoid the sun 

silence is only a sound which fulfills a stoned sign from the seven days when the petals fall down

mould and emptiness between the buildings

displacement of a tree by a metamorphosis: the last blow for a new creation

II

Remnant of concrete commutes a blackened yellow from sparkle razors

maritime progression overfly the voices which melts in a metallic breeze

foam flutters and blackened oak rain

without sounds, all things grow. Steep tones

waves cut an old pigment on the crumbled maps

dismantling flower’s ribbon

snow lies down on the empty street

the night became an audition of time

III

Metals stiffen the cells for a dissolved thought

Zig zag squares and triangles become a mountain which watches the world

whispers, elusions are digging a pit

Unfolding some circumscribed windows in a bend

IV

Reflections bright a triangle interruption

a trace

a letter

           unknown

palimpsests bodies in an anguish 

the delay of a mud embraces us, shadow of the mirrors glow   

passages of a pilgrim and the white landscapes transfigures the traces of disappearing  

sticks fall

sound

wind

cold.

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Samuel Delgado Pinheiro is a writer, researcher and translator. He studied Journalism and Language (Portuguese/Spanish), and later Lusophone and Latin American Literatures (PUC-SP). He has a Masters degree in Language at the Federal University of São Paulo, Brazil. He is a member of the research group Liletrad from Sevilla University (Spain) and a member of the group, GREAT from São Paulo University (USP). Samuel Delgado has teaching experience in Language, especially on Literature and Portuguese Language, English and Spanish Language teaching. He has engaged in topics such as The Presence of Eastern Poetics (Japanese) on the Hispanic and Portuguese language Literatures; Haiku; Poetic Translation and Poetic Comparatism. His first poetry book "Album" will be published this year. He lives in Sao Paulo, Brazil.