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21 de Diciembre, 2007
las flores y las plumas
Categorized under Literatura , Poesía | Tags: Francisco X Alarcón, Poets
we opened
the doors
of our homes
to greet them
they came in
& evicted us
we showed them
the open green
of our valleys
the clear blue
of the sky
they cut down
the forests
for their furnaces
for their crosseswe gave them
all the fruits
of this land
they poisoned
with silvery
mercury
our rivers
our veins
but we survived
the slaughter
of our days
now we face them
in this final
battle
for our lives
desert
give us
your endurance
mountains
grant us
your strength
wind
blow us
some courage
madre agua
guide us
in your flowering
& victorious
ways
brothers
& sisters
don't be afraid
the flowers
the feathers
are
on our side
—Francisco X. Alarcón, Guerra Florida
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Comentarios (2)
Lulu dijo:
Thank you so much for this poem. I have known Francisco for many years--met him at Stanford (1974?) and had great times with him (and your dad). I lost contact some time ago, but have always loved his poems. I can hear his voice here now. This is a wonderful gift. His words bring solace to my raging heart.
Thank you once again. Love and peace to you and yours.
Palabras por Lulu spat forth on el 21 de Diciembre, 2007 at 01:51 PM
nezua limón xolagrafik-jonez
dijo:
it is my pleasure of course. he is a wonderful poet. thanks for sharing your words and memories. :)
Palabras por nezua limón xolagrafik-jonez
spat forth on el 21 de Diciembre, 2007 at 04:35 PM