January twenty eleven – this
sky of yours and of the cold months seems
to inebriate the birds and spread out
at length. The slow light of the dead
pool hands its face back to us
at each of your tired corners and
wounded angles, in which I still find
myself gathering the residues of
a fabulous age. Your castaways
float on the surface of these acid
gardens of shadows, shadows sharpening
their beaks on tombstones, distractedly preying:
gaze that enjoys the abandonment
under the wing of late afternoon.
Diogo Vaz Pinto’s poetry stands out by achieving the voice of a personal universe, and possesses a remarkable power to magnify not only individual but also generational memories which are full of meaning and emotion. Thanks to a language that grasps an intense transfiguring capacity, Diogo’s writing also manages a descriptive breath which, intertwined with narrative, acquires a magnetism and a resonance that are uncommon in most poetry of his generation.
Diogo Vaz Pinto lives in Lisbon, studied Law, and is one of the editors of the literary magazine Criatura, where several of his poems have been published.
Poetry books since 2000:
Nervo (2011), Lobos (with David Teles Pereira e Golgona Anghel) (2013)