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Junio 17, 2009
How Simile Works
The drizzle-slicked cobblestone alleys
of some city;
and the brickwork back
of the lumbering Galapagos tortoise
they'd set me astride, at the "petting zoo"....
The taste of our squabble still in my mouth
the next day;
and the brackish puddles sectioning
the street one morning after a storm....
So poetry configures its comparisons.
My wife and I have been arguing; now
I'm telling her a childhood reminiscence,
stroking her back, her naked back that was
the particles in the heart of a star and will be
again, and is hers, and is like nothing
else, and is like the components of everything.
Albert Goldbarth
Posted by sarita at 1:18 AM
Junio 1, 2009
Summer X-Rays
I.
Fabulous days
with endless swims,
with algae around my waist
and convex tears on my cheeks.
Far away on the shore:
children shouting,
dogs with golden rings
circling their muzzles,
and rumors of abandoned memories.
I know what's awaiting me—
the winter of my discontent.
I have a reservation
outside on a hard bench
holding a bag of frostbitten potatoes.
That's why I swim so far out,
willing prisoner
inside the sea's immense green magnifying glass.
II.
Despite all my inner crumblings,
I'm still able to recognize a perfect day:
sea without shadow,
sky without wrinkles,
air hovering over me like a blessing.
How did this day escape
the aggressor's edicts?
I'm not entitled to it,
my well-being is not permitted.
Drunk, as with some hint of freedom,
we bump into each other,
and laugh raucously
on an acutely superstitious scale
knowing that it's forbidden.
Could it be just a trap
this perfection
this impeccable air,
this water unpolluted by fear?
Let's savor it as long as we can:
quickly, quickly, quickly.
Nina Cassian
Posted by sarita at 1:49 AM