Standing on the dust we remember the distances,
the ways and pretences of empire,
the Canopo, the absent bodies
under the sun’s asymmetry.
Surrounded by silence and the scent of olives,
only dust, here, deserves its residence.
The hill’s flatness, the Tivoli landscape.
On the living pillars, still standing,
the aligned traces of an age.
More than enough centuries for a toast to death.
The discreet strength of Rui Miguel Ribeiro’s poems rests in his ‘refusal of literary images’ (Europa e mais três poemas, p. 37). His are poems that describe, in an non-frilled manner, the experience of discovering or imagining, even in the greatest aridness, the signs for ‘some life’ (XX Dias, p. 13). And all this is extraordinarily precious in hard times such as ours.
Rui Ribeiro was born in Porto. His is a Mathematician and lives in Lisbon. He had his first poems published at the age of 24 and continues to contribute to several poetry publications, such as Criatura, Telhados de Vidro and Resumo.
Poetry books since 2000:
Europa e mais três poemas (2007), XX Dias (2009), Um outro lugar (2011)