Sometimes a short poem hits the mark, for no particular reason, and without providing any easy way of explaining to others the random pleasure it delivers.
I am looking through Postales, an intriguing book of poems by the young Dominican poet Frank Báez – for me one of the finds of the Granada Poetry Festival – and I notice this little gem, a sweetly ironic homage to Ginsburg:
I haven’t seen the best minds
of my generation and nor does it bother me.
In the original:
No he visto las mejores mentes
De mi generación y ni me interesa.