Category Archives: Winning

Sonnet XVIII

Hard for me to understand                         the body
and language,            war and maps.
A process of connecting signs
of the universe.         You
yourself a sign,                an element
along the margins    even when

 

I dream you             unraveling
early     morning
it becomes     something different             . Quiet
people are crazy in bed        she said

 

Today she’s in “love”           I dream
in future tense
I can see the past
I can feel the repetition

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The Sea

after Neruda

1

The sea sounds
and resounds
your name
from the west

and, sometimes, my soul
disentangles itself
to cross the sea
like those heavy vessels
to anchor itself
in your kisses.

Sometimes
even the horizon hides
your eyes among the high
dark pines.

2

Sometimes
you are a coin
between my hands

and sometimes
I remember you
like a piece of sun

when you burned
erasing the twilight
of my soul.

3

Here I will be singing till
the earth and sun
recognize your kiss

and the night that flutters in your eyes
and flails
like flowers in the rain.

 

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Your eyes

after Neruda

I speak and sing
of your eyes

like the dazzling sapphire sun
burning blue in Venezuela.

They have beams of Paradise
and weave the beauty of dawn

in gold and turquoise
with the brilliance of yellow lightning

and celestial stones
of the Caribbean sky.

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Goodbye darling

after Neruda

Goodbye my darling.
Goodbye golden body,
honeysuckled hands
and starry jasmine eyes, until

I see you again
—until
you see me again
burning

in the wondrous coal
of your hair.

I implore you to cover me
with the ash of your hair
and see,
from your amber throne under the moon,

that I have the sea
opening in my hands

—the same hands
that ran through your hair,

the same hair
I disintegrated into.

Come lie with me
in the grass,
look at the sea
and watch as the waves

cover over
our lives

—our lips,
our feet.

Turn yourself,
gradually, back
to that point in time,
that time of glass

where I was flowering
in your heart.

 

 

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I know little

after Neruda

I know little
of the green gaze
of death

but
I know her song

has the sharp color
of the earth
and the dampness
of violets

because
I am
the exasperated face
of winter

and her face,
a little violet leaf.

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Your kiss takes root

after Neruda

Your kiss takes root
in the sun’s depth,
or is the beginning of autumn
or the dove that revolves in my soul.

Your lily fingers fall on my face,
towards the roses in my chest.
How splendid your hands are
situated on my earthly urge!

trembling like a wing
or a fluttering flag.
Your eyes are stars

beneath your eyelids
with the richness
and light of each morning.

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You are the butterfly

after Lorca’s “Berceuse for a Sleeping Mirror”

You are the butterfly in the garden
where my love is
waiting.

Your lips awaken
the word waiting in my heart
through the keyhole.

You are the furtive light
in my sleep, the word
against my lips.

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Paint me

after Lorca’s “Summer Madrigal”

Paint me with the meadow of your love,
with the violet star of your eyes.
I’d love you as a lark loves the dew
of the new day
—even if you did not love me
as my shadow.

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I crave the fleeting sunbeam

after Neruda

I crave the fleeting sunbeam
flaring in your mouth,
I want to eat the color of your laugh,
your voice, and your hot heart—like a puma,

I prowl around the streets,
the liquid dawn does not nourish me,
bread disrupts me, all day
I pace through the shades of your lashes,

sniffing the twilight in your hair
—silent and starving
in your lovely sovereign body,

I want your skin
to nourish me
like a sunbeam.

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When I go

(poem from my Windows Media Player)

1

When I go—
someday,
someday soon—

when the night comes,
the night inside me—

I’ll be on the water,
talking to the moon,
sailing to nowhere

—I’ll be fine.
I’ll be
somebody else
at last.

When I go
—take it easy
& have one on me.

2

O Lover,
I’ll do anything
for yer touch

—I’ll be yer bird
& desert sunrise.

O darling!
here comes the sun,
here comes the sun
again.

3

Remember me
as a time of day

—Let me sing to you
from the clouds

4

Darlin’
do not fear

—I’ll be OK,
ok, ok,
fine, okay
—oh well,
okay.

5

Oh darling!
come fly with me

—I’ll shoot the moon
to be alone with you

6

When the day is over,
when all the lights go out—

who says
life is wonderful—we are

nowhere
and it’s now

far away.

7

If I found out
the ocean doesn’t want me
& everything goes to hell

—I’ll be fine.

When the day is over,
these flowers,
this life & the daylight
are all I need.

8

Yer the daybreak,
the sky above,
the field below—

I’m the skipping stone
on yer ocean,

rolling in the deep
—tangled up in blue.

9

My heart
is an apple

—the part you
throw away.

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