J. Kates

How long have they called me to themselves These incorruptible black beasts. There was a time when they opened for me Not their jaws, but a door. They called out to me, not as a friend, But as a shepherd, a laborer, To lend a hand. And I learned little By little to be equal […]

In my enormous head Winter dragged itself along. And the head was majestic. But an old man With blue eyes, chesty, Said nothing to me of being blind. And we ran off to his house. And I kissed His enormous head And his snow-white mouth. Already a year has passed since he died. But winter […]