Why write in English? Sometimes I may get caught up in the drama of my own or in someone else’s experiences, and feelings of poetry flow imperiously, either in English or Spanish.
I have lived almost fifty years in the States, always working in an Anglo environment. Consequently, I am used to think and feel in both languages, which pleases me because as a teacher, I can assist my students in their dealing with the grammar differences.
Love does not know barriers, and its dreams and whims can be expressed in any language. As a matter of fact, the poems I recently submitted to HispanicLA were written originally in English.
Carmen Alea Paz
It is and it is not a delirium
this journey without end.
Tremulous heart not begging
mind eager to unveil the Infinite.
some times the exhausted wings
yield to the efforts.
The summit is far away,
but there is light at the peak,
the climb continues…
Within, the voice,
the thirsty soul
compells me to the heights,
the ultimate dimension.
The Stillness of the Hour
It is Autumn.
The storm has disarranged the vines
and a magical fragrance
has invaded my room
hurting the stillness of the hour.
Why now, that seeding time has passed,
there is an insinuating wing
haunting the garden,
old roots wanting to bloom again,
and a glimpse of sunshine
warming up windows?
Oh, who could understand
The secrets of the heart;
The soul mysterious way,
And the sorrows of life…
No, I won’t bring back yesterday…
I won’t walk fumbling along,
crushing dead leaves,
Trying to find a nonexistent door.
Feb. 18, 2008
You entered the universe of my emotions
With the luminous force of a great star.
I attributed to you
the grace in my life,
all the beauty I had.
Day after day I surrendered my soul,
an incorporeal offering to you,
king of my dreams,
until darkness covered my sky
with the mysterious somber in your eyes.
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