Cisnerosí book, imbued with a remarkable sense
of history, is an irreverent and revisionist interpretation of Peruís past.
His early poems, characterized by their epigrammatic brevity, are lean and
taut, precise in language and ironic in tone. By 1968 he had become a master
of the long verse line, which he uses to this day. Jack Schmitt The
Book Review Los Angeles Times
Wind (Haut de Cagnes)
The wind fucks me up,
even if itís literary like the Mistral that
names hotels and wines
tangling my hair which I want to keep tidy
like a farm
every plant, every animal in place.
When it comes from the water it brings sand,
shipwrecked sailors, planks from wrecks
which it calmly plants between my eyes.
From the forests: thorns, tall branches
and spikes and owls,
(From the streets of Lima:
and a little ground glass)