the poet and the architect
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is the poet closer to understanding place than the architect? can the poet see the light as life as moving time the white patches on this wall as reflections of the sea?
II can the poet draw a line between the ocean and the land? and see the dunes as repetition of the waves as land that moves like water the same song in different tunes?
III can the poet sketch a space where past and future coincide? where sun lits the same ancient stones upon which we build our new walls the shadows change but the light remains?
IV can the poet build in words a place where we reside? where we sit on the stones in the sun where we walk with our feet in the sand where we eat around a room of light where we climb on a hill and see a house, the ocean, a path, and trees?
a place where we reside if only briefly as visitors of the poet’s world a place where we have lived.
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This is one of a series of poems I wrote in “poets’ cabin” of the Ciudad Abierta, the “Open City” of the school of architecture, Valparaiso, Chile kmh nov 2017 |