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Temporal Flowers

by Oscar Martínez

The night has discovered thee
rosy white
moon worshipper

In your chalice I am alive
beautiful stigma of mine eyes
perishing at the break of day

Muted sweetness
stay with me!
my night does not imagine you withered...

I will place your foot in water
so that conscience-stricken you may pray
in as much as my own sin sings your praises

I will put you with the roses
so that you might mimic their longevity
three eternal days!

Chilly awakening...
did you feel the cold?
you were not cut by my hand


Author's Note: Translation to English by David E.J. Perez

Posted on 12/05/2002
Copyright © 2023 Oscar Martínez

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by JD Clay on 12/05/02 at 05:59 AM

Su poesía habla bien más allá de las palabras sí mismos Oscar. Esto es la belleza completa. La paz..

Posted by Richard Paez on 12/06/02 at 04:46 AM

Oscar, the way you shift images- the way your metaphors blend together- is downright magical. The planting you've done here shows the quality of your green thumb. Beautiful!

Posted by Christina Bruno on 12/16/02 at 05:36 AM

such tranquil beauty, manifested through words

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