In a lonely cabin on the frontier, I, Clinton Rollins, attempting no literary style, pass the time by penning my memories. And as an old man my thoughts wander back: The things that happened fifty years ago … Spanish-Americans I have known — whom I have grown to … More Cardenal: With Walker in Nicaragua, I
The aria sinking, All else continuing, the stars shining, The winds blowing, the notes of the bird continuous echoing, With angry moans the fierce old mother incessantly moaning, On the sands of Paumanok’s shore gray and rustling, The yellow half-moon enlarged, sagging down, drooping, the face of the sea almost touching, The boy ecstatic, with … More Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking XII
La Selva, Salomón de. Tropical Town and Other Poems. Houston: Arte Público, 1999. 978-1558852358. $27. We have two copies of this book and I almost put it on an acquisitions list again; I seem to have fetishized it. I appear to believe that ownership of this book signals that our library is on its way … More On Commodity Fetishism
…hacia la mar, que es la muerte. The dentist has given my tooth five or six years to live. There might be decay on the root, and if there is, it is too far up on the root to get to, and if all of this is true then my tooth will meet its end … More Diente por diente
[The mockingbird completes his song:] O darkness! O in vain! O I am very sick and sorrowful O brown halo in the sky near the moon, drooping upon the sea! O troubled reflection in the sea! O throat! O throbbing heart! And I singing uselessly, uselessly all the night. O past! O happy life! O … More Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking XI
[Mockingbird:] Shake out carols! Solitary here, the night’s carols! Carols of lonesome love! death’s carols! Carols under that lagging, yellow, waning moon! O under that moon where she droops almost down into the sea! O reckless despairing carols. But soft! sink low! Soft! let me just murmur, And do you wait a moment you husky-nois’d … More Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking X
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[The mockingbird still sings:] Land! land! O land! Whichever way I turn, O I think you could give me my mate back again, if you only would; For I am almost sure I see her dimly whichever way I look. O rising stars! Perhaps the one I want so much will rise, will rise with … More Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking IX
[Still sings the mocking-bird:] Loud! loud! loud! Loud I call to you, my love! High and clear I shoot my voice over the waves, Surely you must know who is here, is here, You must know who I am, my love. Low-hanging moon! What is that dusky spot in your brown yellow? O it is … More Out of the Cradle, Endlessly Rocking VIII
[The mockingbird sings:] Soothe! soothe! soothe! Close on its wave soothes the wave behind, And again another behind embracing and lapping, every one close, But my love soothes not me, not me. Low hangs the moon, it rose late, It is lagging–I think it is heavy with love, with love. O madly the sea pushes … More Out of the Cradle, Endlessly Rocking VII
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