Those dimples laced with irony,
those bull shoulders, pushing
always pushing forward, making
contact with flesh, almost punishing each new
contact with a fever to begin,
to stage a blood-letting,
to rock the souls inside,
crowd waving, gesturing, looking
for the quick punch, the surge
of revenge, a moment
when a smile would tear anyone down,
so confident in power that no one,
no one, could remember a single phrase
of victory, the mouth open, hoarse
in victory, the silence
of early film a gesture only,
a feeling of triumph.
First Edition Translation of Teselas by Carmen Crespo X111 César Simón Poetry Prixe 2016 Translated from Spanish by Robin Ouzman Hislop and Amparo Arrospíde
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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Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)