The Inquisitor (Translator) Issue no. 125 Winter 1992 I might have been a martyr. Instead I wasA scourge of martyrs, trying souls in fire.To save my own soul, I tried tears and prayer,
The Moon (Translator) Issue no. 125 Winter 1992 There is so much lonliness in that gold.The moon of every night is not the moonThat the first Adam saw.
In The Fields Of The Dead Issue no. 79 Spring 1981 Walking a long time in the fields of the deadI stopped where the grassflared thickly, and leaned on a stone
You Could Say Issue no. 31 Winter-Spring 1964 Yesterday rain fell in torrents, stripping the branches of leaves and deepening the arroyo. Now,
Equatorial Issue no. 16 Spring-Summer 1957 The time of year when all my blood is thick,This is the season when my heart must die. Shortly before the noon is always high—
In the Environs of the Funeral Home Issue no. 15 Winter 1956 In the environs of the funeral home The smell of death was absent. All I knew Were flowers rioting and odors blown