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Baudelaire | A Poem by Alberto Quero

Simple men think I am atrocious
atrocious as my book,
atrocious as themselves,
hypocritical neighbors, nearby frauds:
I do not know who told them
they are my fellow men.

I do not care;
but they should know something:
if I am atrocious
it is not because of what my texts tell
(all my hate and all my tenderness),
but rather because of what they keep.
because of what they enshrine and treasure

From Alberto’s award-winning poetry book, “Los Que Vinieron,” published in Spanish by Negro Sobre Blanco Editions. Caracas, Venezuela, 2014.

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