Thursday, July 21, 2005

 

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Desde las ocho y media no hubo luz,
el calor y los mosquitos todo el día neciando.
Qué bueno que esta mañana antes de irte,
llenaste la cubeta azul.

Comments:
This poem reminds me of Williams's Just to say, I can not think of a better compliment:

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold.
 
parecen haikus, pero en esteroides... Yo también tengo una cubeta azul. Cubo cubeta balde.
 
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