Magazine article World Literature Today

Three Poems

Magazine article World Literature Today

Three Poems

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The instrument did not choose this ceremony.

My mother offered me five strings, nouns

without a grammar.

I leftmy mother's emptiness, to embrace my own.

Whose darkness sits in the north,

if no one can sing my sorrow?

It arrives again, a tapatío Sunday.

Sitting in sombras, the Village piper contemplates

an honest death, full, a music that penetrates

a soul once given to fears it now tolerates.

The piper must see the benevolence the day

allows, how it turns upon a debt he must pay.

Plaza sand becomes a vibrating string, sign

that fashions a first harmonic of secret rain-

nothing as simple as the flourishing and grain

and temper of voice that tends a sovereign domain,

nothing as rigorous as a once broken line,

nothing as fertile as the piper's own design.

The twilight belongs to this hymnal presence,

to the frequency of a rhythm given by chance.

The piper would close the book on such dissonance;

he knows nostalgia measures an extravagance

his spirit cannot afford; he leftthat evidence

beyond the plaza where death sustains an absence. …

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