Since yesterday
It’s been raining on the prow
          Steel rain that numbs
Our abandoned bones
          gnomon of silence without memory

Since yesterday
The ship is the landscape of a blind soul
And your name upon the ocean
         the sun in a fruit-tree’s mouth

                 the earth and the story
Emigrate with us under our tongues

– Corsino Fortes. excerpted from Postcards from the High Seas

translated by Daniel Hahn and Sean O’Brien


[corsino-fortes-chapbook-1-of-2] + [corsino-fortes-chapbook-2-of-2]