tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348046570660235489.post3756334536692379608..comments2013-02-22T11:04:23.263-08:00Comments on po(st)emas: PUEDOPepemomiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01417204345891952030noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348046570660235489.post-12425170446854395002013-02-22T11:04:23.263-08:002013-02-22T11:04:23.263-08:00I forgot to sign the first comment. Hannah HansunI forgot to sign the first comment. Hannah HansunAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348046570660235489.post-56594527789351958472013-02-22T10:43:10.354-08:002013-02-22T10:43:10.354-08:00Looking for literary blogs in order to learn the l...Looking for literary blogs in order to learn the language, I found these poems. One particularly caught my eye, with my limited knowledge of the language, and I asked Mary to translate it. We all liked it. I didn’t realize that the author was an old ex of mine (ex-acquaintance) who I had forgotten about, but that doesn’t matter; it's a good poem. <br /><br />I can draw frailties from my strength<br />while they besiege my well-earned solitude.<br /><br />I can build an army of excuses<br />and look among words<br />for a bad remedy to the untimely coldness, <br />to the missed opportunity,<br />to the dense, awkward silence,<br />to the mumbling.<br />I can sow again,<br />await a quiet rain,<br />look aside<br />and wait, yes, wait;<br />or I can bring in the dry harvest<br />of neglect.<br /><br />I can do so little that serves for something;<br />I can continue, I can (at)tempt,<br />I can—I’m not so bad at this—trip up,<br />I can—sometimes I should—accept or refuse,<br />contradict (or lie to) myself again.<br /><br />Or, while I write about it, I can make it<br />hurt me as it should:<br />the hand-to-hand combat with my truth.<br /><br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com