Elegy
1985; University of Missouri; Volume: 8; Issue: 2 Linguagem: Inglês
10.1353/mis.1985.0059
ISSN1548-9930
Autores Tópico(s)Latin American and Latino Studies
ResumoELEGY / Stuart Lishan The people on the street corners do not weep; Not for the blue guitarist who cuts his eyelid With the lost string of a lute; not for the blind Bookseller who can find your poem by breathing Its dust; not for the wavering angels In the imperious bruises of your arm and Not for the wind in your throat, the soft, hot Santa Anas, Love; not for me, corazón, My love. But when the moon curves, when the moon Gives you a purse filled with gold, made of pig Bladder, made of the red sash of your wedding Dress, then will the people weep and hug. For you banish the memories of life in me, Corazón; my belief in the stone and the cold idols And the wind that changes, and the siestas of angels. The people on the street corners are weeping madly. They are driven to their pens in the dark city, corazón, To our bodies, my love, my cruel, dark dead one. The Missouri Review · 59 ...
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