poetry: October 2003 Archives

Mi Esposa La Luna

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Last night we walked home with Dona Meche who perambulates with a gentle swaying gait and speaks softly of peaceful things.

We clasped hands behind her, and held a home between ten knuckles and two glinting rings.

"La luna es muy bonita." We looked up to see the shining spirit hanging brilliant in the dark,

Spinning smoothly upward, spilling with a brightness it does not contain.

And I thought -- as the earth made yet another revolution around the sun --

Mi esposa, la luna.

La Primera Poesia

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Cuando yo era una pequeña niña,
La vida era muy diferente.
En esos dias, yo no sabia la diferencia
Entre riqueza y pobreza,
Abundancia y miseria.

No entendia que el mundo se extendia
Mas alla de mi barrio.
Yo nunca necesitaba pensar sobre
Otras personas ademas de mi.

Pero, a medid que iba creciendo
Me volvia mas consciente del mundo.
Yo comenzaba comprender
Mas del sufrimiento y tristeza.

Yo empezaba a observar pena
En muchos ojos,
Y veia que muchas personas
Iban errante sin esperanza.

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