por Panamá Poético | Jun 19, 2022 | A, George Wallace, U
Poem: A butterfly on a grinding wheel shows no remorse Author: George Wallace a butterfly in a field of flowersknows the lily from the lamb;a butterfly in a pigsty still flexesits wings, acts the part of a flower;a butterfly on a grinding wheelbreaches no rebellion... por Panamá Poético | Jun 19, 2022 | George Wallace, P
Poem: Paris was a dying swan in the arc of the sun Author: George Wallace Even in theestimablepresent Irememberyou in yourearly days,seated inthe PlazaSaint-Michelat half eight,alone ina crowd,waiting foryour latestsuitor toarrive (therewas a simplegeometryin... por Panamá Poético | Jun 19, 2022 | B, George Wallace, U
Poem: Under a tin shed in the tropical rain Author: George Wallace They took your children from their mother’s arms,& wrapped them up in sheets of cold concrete.They took the bread from your children’s mouths& fed it to the crows along the Potomac... por Panamá Poético | Jun 19, 2022 | George Wallace, I, S
Poem: If this is love then let it be love Author: George Wallace Because to be young is to nuzzle in sweet new waters like a fawn in spring, and the world needs fawns, trusting/ mistrusting, discovering everything for the first time, and are we delicate enough, the... por Panamá Poético | Jun 19, 2022 | F, George Wallace, P
Poem: For all we know this is paradise Author: George Wallace what if apples were still apples,snakes still snakes, and we areall still living in paradise; what ifeve is in the summer of her years,running with the antelope, thighssupple and alert, her face tan;what if... por Panamá Poético | Jun 19, 2022 | E, George Wallace, T
Poem: The poet Author: George Wallace the poet is anabandoned roomin a terrible city,he lives withstrangers,he lives withthe dead, he’shaunted bymemory,overheada nakedlight bulbswings,inside his headjaguars prowl,jaguars and jackals,the poet spendsall day...