by Arturo Hernández González
To grasp the night,
by absence lit,
I search for your name.
I let meanings grow,
sink noons, and write.
My heart grows heavy,
weary and bruised,
so far from your core.
Strike my mouth
with yours: Love me
with mistaken pleasure,
revenge—profound science.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Colombian poet, translator, and teacher, specializing in university pedagogy. His work has been awarded and featured in prominent cultural and literary publications and has been translated into Italian, Romanian, Bulgarian, French, English, Greek, and Albanian. He is the author of works such as 'Olor a Muerte' (2011; 2012), 'Breviario de lo incierto' (2017; 2024), 'Presagios del insomnio' (2025), and 'Terca materia inexacta' (2025). He has received the I International Literary Prize Letras de Iberoamérica – Poetry (Mexico, 2017), the IV National Poetry Prize Plenilunio 'Leopoldo de Quevedo y Monroy' (Colombia, 2023), and the IV Poetry Contest 'Cezarina Dos Santos Álvarez' (Uruguay, 2023). For over a decade, he has directed the international culture and arts magazine Noche Laberinto and the publishing house Toska.
Last updated February 19, 2025