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Rudyard Kipling on Isolation

“We’re all islands shouting lies to each other across seas of misunderstanding.”
― Rudyard Kipling, The Light That Failed

Is anyone feeling isolated in this Corona Virus precautions environment?IMG_9518

 

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Costa Rican Sun and Poetry

DSCN6766I am here in Costa Rica again.  The words of the Nicaraguan poet, Ruben Dario comes to mind:

Now is come the month of roses!
To the woods my verse has flown
Gathering fragrance and honey
From the blossoms newly blown.

I am grateful for the opportunity and hope to write some good poetry here.  What do you do for inspiration?

 

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From the Nicaraguan Poet Francisco de Asis Fernandez

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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.