| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Lori Johnson on 11/30/02 at 06:39 AM I know no foreign tongue, therefore have missed out on your library...until now. Thank you, David, for taking the time to help in the translation. Thank you, Oscar, for agreeing to it.
Beautiful poem. Well done. :) |
| Posted by Christina Bruno on 12/03/02 at 02:41 AM Wonderful! |
| Posted by Nicole D Gregory on 12/05/02 at 10:51 PM I cannot even come up with a compliment to do justice for how wonderful this piece is... truly beautiful! Thank you! ~N |
| Posted by Susan Q Tomas on 05/25/03 at 08:42 PM Oscar, I will be trying to read your poetry in spanish. The english translation is wonderfull. Your images are vivid but not superfluous. |
| Posted by JD Clay on 06/14/03 at 11:09 PM La poesía muy impresionante, Oscar. Usted ha ideado un verso vibrante y significativo que viene directamente del corazón.
La paz...jadi |
| Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 04/28/05 at 06:54 AM Oscar, I've been looking through your poetry and found this one so filled with miracles. I will be reading more of your translations. Thank you.
~~ Kyle Anne |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 10/07/07 at 10:41 AM What she does is read your poetry! She awakens from her dream words in the middle of the night...well before the night's grape could break and spill... your poem, as a lover waiting for her eyes to open, fills her with the colors of tomorrow. |
| Posted by Lalo Kikiriki on 01/31/08 at 08:57 AM en esta media noche lea tu poesia
que tierra bella haces! |
| Posted by Dave Fitzgerald on 01/04/09 at 01:30 PM Congrats on POTD! |
| Posted by Elizabeth Shaw on 01/04/09 at 03:15 PM sensual beauty this - minds me of Neruda. |
| Posted by Kerowyn Rose on 01/04/09 at 05:05 PM Absolutely beautiful. I love it. :-) |
| Posted by Maria Massarella on 01/05/09 at 12:06 AM She becomes the poem ... This, in its original version is one the first poems of yours I ever read and adored. The words enter like a breath divine and one revels in the wonder of your muse. Lovely to find it in PPS skies. |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 01/05/09 at 03:15 PM I must say again how happily I read these words again... the intimacy of the poem, its luscious sensuality, as if Keat's lines "who break's Joy's grape against his palette fine" have magnified, and the sun is the grape in the mouth of the world in your poem, all because she writes. An unforgettable poem. |
