at times it disturbs me to realize that the writer's craft is full of tricks
learning to write is learning to handle tricks
and genius the invention of its own tricks
how^can we speak
of the poet's sacred mission
or nonsense of that kind?
art is artifice
soon after writing these lines
like a sudden miracle
I notice with amazement that the sun like a magician who amuses himself starts to play with the reflections of my pen
casting circles of light on the shadow of the wall
that swell and diminish close and open drawing spirals
of rainbow
reflections
as if suddenly the spectral tail of a peacock had appeared
to mock me suggesting ironically that the sun is a magician playing tricks