Would that I could pen the oppression of the day,
it might speak volumes, for the ocean, so distant,
flitters away from my visitations perpetually
Eyes of adoring disposition wither and fade,
as I, a man of divine compunction, do meld softly
into my concrete backing, to become sum and composition
of the imprisoning enclave where I sleep
Morality and ruse are little in the way
of pittance for struggles so despondently
fixed on the melancholia of shades
wandering along all the varieties
of gray and spotty green in this city
I'll find a home in the people again,
for now, all is neglible, so issue
death of the poet
First Edition Translation of Teselas by Carmen Crespo X111 César Simón Poetry Prixe 2016 Translated from Spanish by Robin Ouzman Hislop and Amparo Arrospíde
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Flowing from the philosophical stream of the creative Verb,
"Death of the poet III" complies with its mission under the
Poetry grandiose's tree.
I have learned through the rich imagery and lines of
"Death of the poet III".
I thank the author for sharing his knowledge and art with the world.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU