me acordé de una mano en mi cara
Un cuarto lleno de humo
Afuera de mi ventana
Yo olí la hierba
Yo quemé mi peil en el sol
Y regresó a mi mente
Durante esos días yo lo vi de otra manera
Pero él fue un misterio
Y yo era niña
Yo deseo locamente de gran corazón
Yo deseo acordarme de este padre de mi mente
Hay una mano en mi cara
Y un cuarto lleno de humo
Father of my Memory
I remember a hand on my face
A room full of smoke
Outside my window
I smelled the grass
I burned my skin in the sun
And I think back in my mind
During those days I saw him in a different manner
But he was a mystery
And I was a child
I wish madly to open my heart
I wish to remember the father in my memory
There is a hand on my face
And a room full of smoke
3 comments:
Whitney this is a beautiful poem. How were your tests? Still feeling good about them? The weather is going to be nice this next couple of days. I love you. Mom
A very nice poem Whitney. Alas, a young woman trying to remember more of her childhood, especially her father. It's a challenge even if you are a grandmother. Childhood is a special time when we are protected and loved unconditionally and our lives are full of joy. That's as it should be. The best memories from my childhood came from my high school years. Those were the years I began to develop into a young woman. I have to say the person that I am today and have been for many years is the young woman that developed in my 20's and 30's. Your journey has just begun Whitney and it will be good I think. Your potential is extraordinary! Love you dear. Aunt Dee
Wit,
Very nice poem. I particularly liked the way you book-ended the piece with the same stanza, only slightly altered. Repetition is a powerful tool in writing, especially poetry, and can be used even more effectively when we alter the repetitions subtly.
I also liked how you wrote it out in Spanish. I've really enjoyed reading about your continued journey into Spanish culture, language, etc.
I fell in love with Latin American literature a while back, having discovered some of the most stunning writers, and perhaps now I may have someone to discuss them with. That would be cool.
Oh, if you are interested in Spanish language poetry, I'd check out Pablo Neruda. He's Chilean, and his poetry is unsurpassed. Many of the collections I've seen are bilingual editions, so you can read the poems in both languages and compare them.
Hope you're doing well.
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