Five mixed poems, with notes [now is spanish and english] - poetry
Night in Jamaica
It was a rainy night they say
Love for love
Epitaph in El Dorado
Ride high, ride high
There upon a cliff
His drive you mad brain
And so it was
Epitaph of a Shoeshine Boy
I cannot sleep, I cannot sleep
The earth is warm under my feet;
I cannot sleep, I cannot sleep
Whereas, I walk alone again
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 Battalion Keillor (whom I met twice) has his show, "A Grassland Home companion. "
Ah! Last night it was a night
I so love the wild rain
Note: It rained out last night (a storm), in St. Paul, Minnesota, USA; 3:30 AM. My care for used to be frightened by such storms, but I loved them it seems; odd are we not, so assorted in what we value. #721 6/8/05
Cinco poemas Mixtos, con apuntes
Noche en Jamaica
Esta fuè una noche lluviosa ellos dicen
asesino fallò su blanco
Amor por amor
Alto al Paseo, alto al paseo
Allí sobre una roca
Su cerebro enfurecido
Y entonces fuè
Estoy harto de este poema
No puedo dormir, no puedo dormir
La tierra està caliente bajo mis pies;
No puedo dormir, no puedo dormir
Mientras que, ando solo otra vez
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"
¡Ah! Anoche esto fue una noche
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.
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Ocean Heal MeOcean heal my wounds Let your waves curl and foam on my body Wash away blood, heal scarsOcean renew me with your power As incessantly you roll Giving asset that's been drainedOcean keep me warm Wrap me in your brine Caress me with your tidesOcean disappear my tears As they flow in you I rinse my soulOcean let me grow in your depths Color me animated blue, coral, green Clear = revitalizedOcean your spray anoints me Cool and refreshed My spiritual renewalOcean be my friend Hold me flowing in your currents Ever moving, ever changingOcean, heal me.© 1983 Susan BaconSusan Bacon is a researcher, dramatist and teacher.
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