hiatus

On February 22nd, my mom was killed in a car accident.

I will be away from this blog for a few weeks, and I will be skipping February's read along.  I'm not sure about March, yet.  Love and Peace to you all.

Linda Shea
13 December 1949 - 22 February 2014

A poem from an Argentine

 

The Story of My Death

By Leopoldo Lugones 

1875-1938

(trans Ilan Stavans)

I dreamed of death and it was quite simple:

A silk thread enwrapped me,

And each kiss of yours

With a turn unraveled me.

And each of your kisses

Was a day;

And the time between two kisses,

A night.  Death is quite simple.

And little by little the fatal thread

Unwrapped itself.  I no longer controlled it

But for a single bit between my fingers...

Then, suddenly, you became cold,

And no longer kissed me...

I let the thread go, and my life vanished.

Penelope, age 8

She watched him standing and joking

With a group of rough-looking

Boys out in the street.

She waived

And he blushed

And then they all laughed at her.

She pulled out the thread

Of her sewing, kept her

Crayons in her backpack.

She cast her eyes down

And her sadness unfastened

The stars from the sky.

The swallows fell dead to the ground. 

The sun was blotted out.

The suitors laughed more.

He turned his back on her,

A shield against the arrows

Of his shame from her bow

And she walked

On the wine-dark sea,

The sidewalk home.