Anunque el cuerpo se marchite
Hay un misterio que sobrepasa mi llanto y mi sobriedad.
¿Qué esconden las tinieblas? ¿Qué disrazan las sombras?
Cuando era niño lloraba
No entendia la noche
Que tiene un dulce aroma de tierra pisada por las pajaros,
Y ahora no entiendo la muerte,
Aunque sepa que es cuando la luz se abre en el infinito
Y los ojos dejan de llorar.
Although the body may fade
There is a mystery greater than my weeping and my sorrow.
What does darkness hide, what do shadows disguise?
When I was a boy I used to cry.
I did not understand night
With its sweet aroma of earth softly trodden by birds,
and now I do not understand death,
although I am aware that it is when light opens to infinity
and eyes cease weeping.
The Tallahassee Writers Association has announced their prize winners for the Penumbra Poetry Contest and my haiku “Dream of My Lover” was chosen for Second Place. It will be published in the Seven Hills Literary Journal this spring.
Here’s our review from Steve Pfarrer in Hampshire Life:
Look for more readings by this prolific group.
The The Quabbin Writers Salon is launching their new anthology of poetry an prose called,
Microbursts, tomorrow, December 9 at 3:30 pm, at White Square Books, Easthampton.
Hampshire Life did an review of the book today, December 8, on page 9. Check it out.
Joie us for the launch of Microbursts – the Quabbin Writer’s Salon’s Debut Anthology –
on Saturday, Dec. 9, 3:30 pm at White Square Books, 85 Cottage St., Easthampton, MA.
D. Dina Friedman
Jane McPhetres Johnson
Eileen P. Kennedy
This is a must see. It has everything – love, betrayal, revolution, transgender, treason,original music and set design and a Pulitzer Prize Nomination in Drama.