1.
Night in Jamaica
[Peruvianism: 1810]
It was a rainy night they say
When don Simon Bolivar
Slept in the arms of beautiful
-Luisa Crober
(of Jamaica); thus an
Assassin missed his mark
When he stabbed Major Amestoy
Sleeping in the dark
In Bolivar's hammock!...
#719 6/7/05
2.
Sacred Something
Love for love
curse for curse
what you plant
(in the furrow):
is what you
get tomorrow.
6/8/05 #720
3.
Epitaph in El Dorado
Ride high, ride high
The shade replied
Over the mountains
To the valley
There upon a cliff
You'll see
A placed called
El Dorado
His madden brain
Was sick with pain
Beholding to the shadow
But he found the gold
And then was told
You'll never leave
The valley?
And so it was
That he grew old
Sitting there in the Valley
Counting gold
Eating toads?
And
I'm sick of this poem
But it needs an end
So my friend, I must say
This epitaph was is his story.
6/9/05 #725
4.
Epitaph of a Shoeshine Boy
[A Macabre poem]
I cannot sleep, I cannot sleep
In moon struck ebony,
My ghostly hands upon my knees-
The dead are dead you see.
The earth is warm under my feet;
As seasons come and go.
I am, am neither wise nor bold,
But cold, am I you see.
I cannot sleep, I cannot sleep
I look upon a bed
I must still love the living best:
Who hate the ghostly dead?
Whereas, I walk alone again
Wandering, aimlessly
I was a shoeshine boy, you know
But who remembers me (?)
Note: When I was a boy of 11 to 13, I used to go from bar to bar in St. Paul, Minnesota and shoeshine (l958-61). I made money that way, until I was 14-years old, at which time I worked for what is now the "Fitzgerald Theater"; where Garrison Keillor (whom I met twice) has his show, "A Prairie Home companion."
5.
Lyric Rain
[A Minnesota Poem]
Ah! Last night it was a night
A night of lyric rain
The trees were swaying, swaying-
Every which-way?
I so love the wild rain
Un-refrained
Its cool breezes, sharp fangs,
Fangs, and empty-eyed;
Replenishing earths strains
Washing away all the grime-
And secretly, nurturing
This rhyme?
Note: It rained out last night (a storm), in St. Paul, Minnesota, USA; 3:30 AM. My mother used to be frightened by such storms, but I cherished them it seems; odd are we not, so different in what we value. #721 6/8/05
In Spanish
Cinco poemas Mixtos, con apuntes
1.
Noche en Jamaica
[Peruanismo: 1810]
Esta fuè una noche lluviosa ellos dicen
Cuando don Simón Bolívar
Dormido en los brazos de la hermosa
- Luisa Crober
( de Jamaica); mas un
asesino fallò su blanco
Cuando apuñaló al Comandante Amestoy
Durmiendo en la oscuridad
¡En la hamaca de Bolívar!...
#719 6/7/05
2
Algo Sagrado
Amor por amor
maldición por maldición
lo que usted planta
( en el surco):
es lo que usted
conseguira mañana.
6/8/05 *720
3
Epitafio en El Dorado
Alto al Paseo, alto al paseo
La sombra contestaba
Sobre las montañas
hacia el valle
Allí sobre una roca
Usted verá
Un lugar llamado
El Dorado
Su cerebro enfurecido
Estaba enfermo con dolor
Contemplando a la sombra
Pero él encontró el oro
Y luego dijeron
Usted nunca se marchará
del valle ?
Y entonces fuè
Que él envejeciera
sentado allí en el Valle
Contando oro
Comiendo sapos ? y
Estoy harto de este poema
Pero esto necesita un final
Asì mi amigo, debo decir
Este epitafio era, es su historia.
6/9/05 *725
4
Epitafio de un Limpiabotas
[ Un poema Macabro]
No puedo dormir, no puedo dormir
En locura golpeó el ébano,
Mis manos fantasmales sobre mis rodillas-
Los muertos están muertos usted ve.
La tierra està caliente bajo mis pies;
Como las estaciones vienen y van.
Soy, soy, ni sabio, ni valiente,
Pero frío, soy yo, usted ve.
No puedo dormir, no puedo dormir
busco una cama
Todavía me debe gustar vivir mejor:
¿Quién odia la muerte fantasmal?
Mientras que, ando solo otra vez
Vagabundo, sin rumbo
Yo era un limpiabotas, usted sabe.
Pero quien me recuerda (?)
Nota: Cuando yo era un muchacho de 11 a 13, solía ir de bar en bar en Saint Paul Minnesota y lustraba botas (l958-61). Gané dinero de esta manera, hasta que yo tuve 14 años, en el cual trabajé para lo que es ahora el " Teatro Fitzergerald "; donde la Guarnición Keillor (con quien me encontré dos veces) tiene su espectáculo, " A Praire home companion"
5
Lluvia lírica
(Un Poema de Minnesota]
¡Ah! Anoche esto fue una noche
Una noche de lluvia lírica
Los árboles se balanceaban, balanceaban-
por todo lado ?
Así me gusta la lluvia salvaje
inrefrenado
Sus brisas frescas, colmillos agudos,
Colmillos, y mirada -vacìa;
Rellenando tensiones de tierras
lavando toda la mugre-
Y secretamente, nutriendo
Esta rima.
Nota: llovió afuera anoche (una tormenta), en Saint Paul, Minnesota, EE. UU; a las 3h30. Mi madre solía estar asustada por tales tormentas, pero yo los abrigue eso parece; extraños somos nosotros , tan diferentes en lo que valoramos.
Poet Dennis Siluk http://dennissiluk.tripod.com the book, "Spell of the Andes," is almost ready for the public, got a note today saying it is going to press...this is the best of Dennis' poems on Vietnam and Peru, and Copan, Honduras Rosa
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