tony baldwin

tony baldwin

spring

In spring there is first
budding and green and
dreaming ambition forming
into summer strength
and purpose giving shade
giving way to autumn
every leaf finding color
and spirit and freedom
falling to the ground
resting
until blanketed with snow.
The hill above my window then, as
white and barren
pure and empty
solid and strong
as an ivory buddha.
Today I part my hair
a little further to the left.
Every line brings color to
the inside, to the mind,
filling and emptying.
Yet I cannot age
with the grace of trees

tony baldwin 1994

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spring

Sonnet #18
(a parody)

Shall I compare thee to a bale of hay?
Thou art more dusty and far less neat.
Rough winds do toss thy mop about, I’d say,
Which looks far worse than hay a horse would eat.
Sometime thy squinty eye looks into mine
Through stringy, greasy hair that needs be trimm’d,
And ne’er a horse had such a stench as thine,
As though in stagnant sewers thou hast swimm’d.
Thy disgusting image shall not fade;
This my tortured mind and soul doth know.
O, I should love to hit thee with a spade;
And with that blow I hope that thou wouldst go.
So long as I can breathe, my eyes can see,
And I can run, I’ll stay away from thee
(sorry, Will)

1991 tonybaldwin

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Leave Them in the Carrels

There are library books
lying on the street.
Books.
Lives are torn out by children…
pages…I’m sorry, are torn out.
These books have been taken from
theirshelves
By God
knows who
And now, no one reads them.
Someone carelessly per
using left them
having not
fully found what
was within is now
lost.

© tony baldwin

http://tonyb.us/carrels

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amor nos quemará outra vez

ainda que o sol brilha nessa verão sem fim
e as noites nem se esfriam, deixando meu corpo
ferver numa piscina de soar na cama
onde posso ouvir você respirar
e ver seu corpo quente ao meu lado
com um fogo de desejos cursando as minhda veias
me sinto frio e nua
sem abrigo contra o vento sem miseracordia
e minha alma chora no silêncio da noite
chora de saudades, de dor inaguentável
para seus lábios
meu único remedio…

© tony baldwin - 29/07/2008

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Chinese dissident Zhu Yufu is on trial for sending a poem over Skype. This is the poem.

'It's Time' by Zhu Yufu

It’s time, people of China! It’s time. The Square belongs to everyone. With your own two feet It’s time to head to the Square and make your choice.
It’s time, people of China! It’s time. A song belongs to everyone. From your own throat It’s time to voice the song in your heart.
It’s time, people of China! It’s time. China belongs to everyone. Of your own will It’s time to choose what China shall be.

source: the Guardian

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