The Man Who Delivers Clouds

By José Acquelin

This selection of poems offers the reader a good introduction to a poet of oxymorons, the poet who brings light out of the darkness. Born and living in Montreal, José Acquelin is known to be a poet open wide to the world. He is the author of fifteen poetry collections and, for over twenty-five years, has been an active reader-performer-organizer of events mixing poetry, music and the visual arts, across the country as well as in Europe and Latin America.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Guernica
• Release date: Jan 1, 2009
• ISBN: 9781550715323

José Acquelin

Born and living in Montreal, José Acquelin is known to be a poet open wide to the world. He is the author of fifteen poetry collections and, for over twenty-five years, has been an active reader-performer-organizer of events mixing poetry, music and the visual arts, across the country as well as in Europe and Latin America.

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José Acquelin

The Man Who Delivers Clouds

Essential Poets Series 171

Selected Poems Tanslated by Antonio D'Alfonso

Guernica

Toronto – Buffalo – Lancaster (U.K.) 2010  

Contents

From The Breathable Bird (1995)

at times our eyes 

okay get out of your life 

I have no idea what is up there 

 music is like rain it goes up 

light stands without the odor of sadness 

 north – skin is snow 

what is found is searched for 

 son of evidence and white bosom 

 if the cage gate opens 

one summer night you dive between the blue and the blue 

we believe we are more essential than water but 

by noon wasps are drunk with clover 

 there is no true happiness that does not cry 

the heart beneath the ground the head in a cloud 

 the evening is calm in the August air 

we see only that which we recognize 

 this is one of the best ways to disappear 

I would like to tell you that 

the star is listening to you because a bird is breathing you 

 the brook loses its name as it reaches the ocean 

when the moon is round 

 crickets pod the night 

From Where the Earth Ends (1999)

Life does not understand 

The murmur of the