Antipasto

 

by Antonio Miranda

 

 

Whatever a poet writes

can be summed up in one word —

solitude. 

 

to write staying aloof from the world

to understand it

is a type of death

 

to live is another matter

although alienated

 

I would exchange a thousand rhymes

for a night of love

 

and would exchange a great poem
on hunger

for a plate of food.

 

 

Translated by Abhay K.