In the flushed, slow-turning afternoon, sleep ( Read more... )

Morose Delight by Leopoldo Lugones, my translation
The afternoon, with a light brushstroke,
that illuminated the peace of our shelter,
dotted its chrysoberyl hue with
a subtle purple decoration.

The moon arose enormous among the branches;
the foliage aggravating its secrecy
and a spider, at the tip of its strand
was weaving hypnotized above the orb.

The ( Read more... )

Filosofía por Rubén Darío
Saluda al sol, araña, no seas rencorosa,
da tus gracias a Dios, oh sapo, pues que eres.
El peludo cangrejo tiene espinas de rosa
y los moluscos reminiscencias de mujeres.
Sabed ser lo que sois, enigmas, siendo formas;
dejad la responsabilidad a las Normas,
que a su vez la enviarán al Todopoderoso...
(toca, grillo, a la luz de la ( Read more... )

there had been poems growing in my head
like ivy--one leaf unfurling after another
each day, a new strand
each strand, a new verse

one went--

a vast white room within my chest
peopled by empty glasses

and there stopped.  It was an image more than a poem, and never made it past that one little sprout.

another, I could walk down the street & add lines--

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And to cool things down a bit... A question meme ( Read more... )

He saw ahead of him a mountain of days, and he felt every one of them already
because they would all be the same. 
As if they buried you under a mountain of clay and you could feel it with your whole body. 
You must feel each ounce of it.

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Much had happened in our lives during that ( Read more... )

And suddenly it's sounding like a fishbowl in a marble factory ( Read more... )

( how she danced all night )

( I'm in love with mate. )

Pandora played me a Fall Out Boy song.

...and I liked it.

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