Un solo ser, pero no hay sangre.
Una sola caricia, muerte o rosa.
Viene el mar y reúne nuestras vidas
y solo ataca y se reparte y canta
en noche y día y hombre y criatura.
La esencia: fuego y frío: movimiento.
Poema de Pablo Neruda.
Showing posts with label marilyn dumont. Show all posts
Showing posts with label marilyn dumont. Show all posts
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Thursday, February 16, 2012
WE ARE MADE OF WATER
I have carried your pain in metal buckets and
I still go for water every so often
and that water is so cold and hard
that it stings my hands, its weight makes me feel
my arms will break at the shoulders and yet
I go to that well and drink from it because
I am, as you, made of water
The poem of the day is by Marilyn Dumont from A Really Good Brown Girl.
This poem has been used without permission, but I highly highly recommend that everyone check out her work, especially the rest of this book of poems. She has a way of stirring emotions with words and her work is quite simply remarkable.
I still go for water every so often
and that water is so cold and hard
that it stings my hands, its weight makes me feel
my arms will break at the shoulders and yet
I go to that well and drink from it because
I am, as you, made of water
The poem of the day is by Marilyn Dumont from A Really Good Brown Girl.
This poem has been used without permission, but I highly highly recommend that everyone check out her work, especially the rest of this book of poems. She has a way of stirring emotions with words and her work is quite simply remarkable.
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