Saturday, November 21, 2009

"Is It True In An Anthill Dreams Are a Duty?"*

*Pablo Neruda- El Libro des las Preguntas

Child of worry
Day of gentle blessing
The north bridge to night
Carries us over the river scented- it
Seems as an awkward perfume-it
Smells of old men greeting dawn on the other side
Faith yawns as souls are washed away
The saint of streets raises a tiny glass-full of night
To her dark mouth and with a shaking hand
Finds a place to alight.
You-man who liked the suddenly cheery
Journey then passed your ticket to
The usual women who tucked it in gloves
And stumbled off down the road.