By AIRTON PASCHOA*

Four sonnets in prose

1.

A poem without head or tail…
I choose. As it fits
to the poet without hearth or wrath,
that immerses itself entirely in it
of body, not by poetics,
nor out of disgust at the time,
if not for lack of choice,
by Egoism, name of the school,
or through ignorance of Memory,
of Alchemy, of Nautics itself.
The ignorant will not bring a title,
note, scholium, glossary.
Quote, if there is any in the shy estate,
of third parties, in an uncertain and unknown place.

2.

The best poems will come at forty,
the young poet knows, certainly unhappy.
What to do? hello!  It shelters the disappointments,
the buttons whisper to him at home, that
will burst, eternal as they are late,
these bastard children of the young lady.
Live to write! Afloat! In sight!
To the Indies! The poet discovers America.
Stand up! Let there be twenty, twelve, ten…
It is not the poiesis arithmetic progression,
with negative reason, of gray hairs and cramps?
Oh, if you could solve the problem with words,
I would spend my life, word, writing poems!

3.

Poem after poem the panic
the robber… Will it be the last?
He looks at him seriously and laments:
another one like it… Will it be the only one?
Cross the atrocious poet
doubt. Saint John the Baptist,
lose your head, on sight
of what goes forward, behind.
Now he declaims in the desert,
Hail! fervent prayer,
that the cardboard curses
of only seeing it up close.
And wash your pious hands, cynic,
after the verse… the verse.

4.

Writing is not a primitive craft,
despite the charisma of motives
obvious: the transport of balm,
typical of hymns and psalms;
the cold and empty altar, at the height
of the burning chest; the writing
sacred; little frightens burning
the cigarette, instead of incense;
the aura of sacrifice complements
the suffering air of the old vestment
with open arms and – oh top
of cynicism! to sacrifice one's neighbor
patience… leap! your days are numbered.
Preaching in the desert is not at all holy, then.

*Airton Paschoa is a writer. Author, among other books, of Paperweight (e-galaxy). [https://amzn.to/3XVdHE9]

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