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Hometown
Here the seashore stores
The footprints of strangers
And stories about the oceans
Like nobody knows until now
where the first wave came from
And open secrets of ancestors
Like the tryst of the sea and the sky
But only eyes from far away can see
Eyes
Dusk
The sun bleeds as it dies. Magentas, crimsons, lilacs spread across the sky. “A variant of the riddle goes: A pair of yarn balls / that can reach the heavens.” I skewed the metaphor. You say it doesn’t matter. You like the slant...
2 poems
Prelude
I’m scared of this masterpiece,
how I painted it so perfectly
with every bit of green and blue, sewed
to a threshold of fragmented doors—
a tapestry of thoughts, where everything is new.
I was drawn
to a morning so sullen.
From the wooden chair in...
Dancing Mutants (HROcampo, 1965)
Brighter than a thousand suns, / am become Death. Yet, as atoms split, re-configure, they sometimes moderate to re-arrange the glories in the bud, the splendours in the bush. Under a cleansing Heaven, life re-bIooms, charged and changed through a quiet, latent in that self- propelling spirit, there since our isIands’ birth.
The old beggar by the church door
Each Sunday I see him
seated on the church steps,
bedraggled clothes, white hair and beard,
as I arrive for the last Mass,
head bowed almost to his knees.
Has he been there all day?
Has he eaten?
Where are the sons he brought
into this world, cared for,
nurtured, loved so...
Why...
Sa Katawang Nagbubuhat, Bumubuhat
(-kay Hidilyn Diaz)
‘Tong isport kong‘di ‘sinsikat ng básketból
Pagsasanay sa pagbuhat ng mabigát
Ilang kilo’t ilang timbang, búhat lahát
Nakakintal, sa katawan ‘tong paghukóm.
‘Tong paghukom, sa masel ko’y lumanguyngóy
Sa weightlifting, lagi-lagi’y nagbubuhát
Kung nanalo, sa balita’y hindi salát
Sa Olympics, sa Asian Games, ‘tinatambol.
Ngunit, batid naman nating ‘di...
