by Oscar Martínez
The night has discovered thee
In your chalice I am alive
beautiful stigma of mine eyes
perishing at the break of day
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!
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