Three Poems
by Selfa A. ChewTranslated by Toshiya KameiYou no longer live,nor will you sprout in mebecause I barely surviveyour death’s absolute signatureand very soon, Julio,we’ll feel love is the most useless friend;it takes more than a shout to rescue your memory.For now we could keep lookingthe place where they left your last smile,there are still forty-three teachers,forty-three…