Windows   A poet has written that poetry and windows don’t get along well together. Perhaps he was right. Windows are a subject that is too poetical. Too often they serve as tired clichés. Here’s one: the gaze is the window of the soul. Another: this treasure chest is a window to the past. In … Continue reading The present, either we see it from eternity … – Three poems by Julio Monteiro Martins, trans. by Don Stang and Helen Wickes