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selected poems

From the Andalusian Poems collection​
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The Gypsy Virgin

an intricate narrative woven with desire
 

Tonight the moon

is dripping wine.

The moon is singing.
The moon is singing.

 

She dances with lustful
gypsies in the town square
and she sips the sweet wine
dripping down onto breasts...


read the poem at  The Gypsy Virgin 
From the collection  A Poem About God
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I Must Die Tomorrow

the pain and suffering of the Son of Man
 
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Lover of the wife;
father of the child;
seducer of the bride.


All my life, you tortured me.
The father I love, you crippled.
Now he splutters in the corner—
a voice without words...

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read the poem at  I Must Die Tomorrow 

From the Poems of Despair collection
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Springtime

moods of despair and loneliness
 

In the season of dusk and sadness,
I recall flights of little swallows

heading down south

in the sleepy skies of summer.

 

‘Is this it?’ asks a baffled man.

A blackbird on the chimney squawks,

'There’ll never be another springtime'

then it jeers and mocks him...


read the poem at  Springtime
From the Coming-of-Age poem collection
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A Mirage on the Water

whispered tales of youthful awakening 
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Each day at noon, I cycled

in the pungent fumes of melting tar

to a pubescent mirage on the water.

 

We were bound to each other

by ancient folklore of the land;

I, the young protégée of the sea,

seething, always unsated and, she

the precious daughter of the master...

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read the poem at  A Mirage on the Water
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