the poetry of everyone

and I laugh with eyes / that have known the brink of tears.

and I know the bells of those eyes / that mix your tears
with
my rest, your lift of sun with my turn of praise, my knot of worn

And that my veins don’t end in me / but in the unanimous blood

And that the reign of doubt mixes / the bells of those eyes
with
my nest, your veins that drip in all the pools, a verity of red

Like you I
love love, life, the sweet smell
of things, the sky-
blue landscape of January days.

And my blood boils up
and I laugh with eyes
that have known the brink of tears.

I believe the world is beautiful
and that poetry, like bread, is for everyone.

And that my veins don’t end in me
but in the unanimous blood
of those who struggle for life,
love,
things,
landscape and bread,
the poetry of everyone.
Roque Dalton