I stood outside Carrick Castle
and saw the statue of King William
(forged in Dublin and sent north).
He looked overdressed,
in a coat too big for him,
a long sword at his side.
The stance was combative,
thin lips grimly set,
like a wee half-cut man
on a Saturday night
challenging all-comers
to a fight.
First Edition Translation of Teselas by Carmen Crespo X111 César Simón Poetry Prixe 2016 Translated from Spanish by Robin Ouzman Hislop and Amparo Arrospíde
(Self-published. Please contact author directly to order.)
Enter the pages of diaspora in quiet introspection. Bathe your thoughts with subtle humor; synchronize your spirit-sense with history-in-heat; fall headlong with eyes wide open into
This collection of poetry addresses the nature of time, reflections on the natural world, the difficulty of loss,
contemporary social issues and gratitude for life.
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