The Gods As They Are, On Their Planets - The Poet's Press
The Gods As They Are, On Their Planets - The Poet's Press
The Gods As They Are, On Their Planets - The Poet's Press
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la sombra de ala de un águila,<br />
el paso de cuervo,<br />
los murciélagos volantes,<br />
una memoria de lilaces.<br />
Lees mis lineas.<br />
Me inhalas,<br />
repitiendo mis palabras,<br />
repitiendo mis ideas rotas.<br />
Sobre tus labios, nazco.<br />
Yo lleno el aire<br />
con la tensión de té verde.<br />
Me salto, una chispa, de tus cabellos<br />
al conductor más cercano.<br />
Entonces yo vuelo ascendente,<br />
y parto por la ventana.<br />
Cántame el poema<br />
a los gorriones!<br />
Enseñales a los cuervos<br />
mi locura otoñala!<br />
Recitales a los búhos<br />
mis encantos nocturnales!<br />
WHY POETRY?<br />
My book I write for all to see,<br />
of things as they are<br />
or wish them to be —<br />
no private thoughts concealed,<br />
bright words, not camouflage,<br />
spark gap to reader’s consciousness.<br />
My trees, although they stand<br />
for many things, are trees.<br />
<strong>The</strong> self herein<br />
though confessing little,<br />
expresses all,<br />
words hammered hard<br />
on the anvil reality.<br />
My wrinkled leaves<br />
go not to Heaven,<br />
that silent boneyard;<br />
they fall to earth instead,<br />
food for the common eye.<br />
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My books heap up unread,<br />
an obelisk, a spire<br />
of ink and cursive lettering,<br />
a pyramid of utterings,<br />
a shrine of sound.<br />
If these words please you,<br />
nameless reader,<br />
to whom I am a faceless voice,<br />
if but one stanza leaps afire<br />
and makes you sing it,<br />
then the heart-blood of my pen<br />
is worthy.<br />
What makes a poem great?<br />
It is great if it leaves you —<br />
as the earth always is<br />
when the first snow falls —<br />
astonished.