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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... por Panamá Poético | Jun 19, 2022 | C, George Wallace, R
Poem: Resurrection song Author: George Wallace when my eyes⠀ ⠀no longer seethe color blue⠀ ⠀nor taste eden⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀cool on the corpse⠀ ⠀of civilizations when my breast⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀no longer⠀ ⠀feels theresurrection⠀ ⠀of my lover’s⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀embrace⠀ ⠀or the surfrun white⠀... por Panamá Poético | Jun 19, 2022 | George Wallace, T
Poem: Turrialba (Port without a sea) Author: George Wallace If I had armsto lift youup out ofthis sadlittle roadside townon the roughedge of nowhere this flatmeanderingcontinent ofgas pumpsand dotson mapswith itsplasticknivesandlinoleumkitchenbutterwith itscareers... por Panamá Poético | Jun 19, 2022 | E, George Wallace, T
Poem: Everybody is a flower Author: George Wallace In the beginningeverybody wasa flower and hadtheir moment in thesun and thoughtthings would staythat way 4everbut they don’t, dothey, seasons change,winter comethmemento moriand all that, eventhe Dutch... por Panamá Poético | Jun 6, 2022 | Federico García Lorca, V
Poema: Veleta Autor: Federico García Lorca [wp_ad_camp_1] Julio de 1920(Fuente Vaqueros, Granada) Viento del Sur,moreno, ardiente,llegas sobre mi carne,trayéndome semillade brillantesmiradas, empapadode azahares. Pones roja la lunay sollozanteslos álamos cautivos,...