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1) Do?a Leonor's Revenge
[1627 AD]
Rafael Ortiz's fate
Was on the plate
Of Do?a Leonor's
When she arrived
In Lima, Peru;
To taste revenge
For the beheading
Of her husband.
And so the plot
?was now played out
(in an alleyway)
As she gutted her trout!
In Spanish
Translated by Nancy Penaloza
La leyenda de:
La venganza de do?a Leonor
(1627 despu?s de cristo)
El destino de Rafael Ortiz
Estaba sobre el plato
De do?a Leonor.
Cuando ella lleg?
A Lima Per?;
Para saborear la venganza
Por la decapitaci?n
De su esposo.
Y entonces el complot
Fue llevado a su fin ahora
(En un callej?n)
Como ella destrip? su trucha!
2) The Old Moon
The winds, the winds-moments pass
Pass into years, years and more years
And the moon continues to make light
Upon me, with eerie fearless nights?
Under its passing shadows at twilight
She stands alone, looking into my eyes;
At dusk, we linger on, down the path
Like live sphinxes?she follows me:
Looking, looking down, down at me?.
There is a time between now and then
I call it forever?and soon?
But that's between me and you-
Me, and you and the twilight moon.
She has her secret eyes you know
Blinking across sky and meadow
Passing, passing soundlessly?by?
Blinking across meadow and sky!...
#474 2/5/2005
Spanish Version
La Luna Vieja
[The Old Moon]
Los vientos, los vientos-momentos pasan
Pasan convirti?ndose en a?os, a?os y m?s a?os
Y la luna contin?a produciendo luz
Sobre mi y espeluznantes noches intr?pidas?
Bajo sus pasajeras sombras en el crep?sculo
Ella est? sola, mirando en mis ojos;
Al anochecer, nos rezagamos, a lo largo del camino
Como una esfinge viva?ella me sigue:
Mirando, mirando abajo, mir?ndome a m??
Hay un tiempo entre ahora y entonces
Llamo a esto para siempre?y pronto?
Pero esto es entre mi y t?-
3) Common Sides [English Versi?n]
Youth has its age
And age its pride;
One thinks he knows
The other thinks why;
But youth and age
With separate ties-
Have common sides:
Life, death, and quest,
And a hope chest
That never rests.
Note: this poem was found by the author after 25-years being misplaced; written May, l981, and reviewed by Poetry North Review, Anchorage, Alaska by Dale A. Stirling, Editor/Publisher l980-86, Poetry North Review, his comments: "?very smooth and convey real feeling?." Author is unaware if it was published by any previous anthologies, but feels up to this writing it has not been published; consequently, the first time published in this set of poems. #82
In Spanish
Lados Comunes
La juventud tiene su edad
Y edad su orgullo;
Uno piensa que ?l sabe,
El otro piensa por qu?;
Pero la juventud y la edad
Con lazos separados ?
Tienen lados comunes:
La vida, la muerte, y la b?squeda,
Y una esperanza en el pecho
Estos nunca descansan.
Note: este poema fue encontrado por el autor despu?s de 25 a?os siendo extraviado; Escrito mayo, l981, y poes?a revisada por, Revisi?n al norte, el Anclaje, Alaska por Dale A. Stirling, Redactor/Editor l980-86, Poes?a revisi?n al norte, sus comentarios: "?muy sencillo y transporta el verdadero sentimiento. " El autor no es consciente si esto fue publicado por cualquier antolog?a anterior, pero conociendo esta escritura no ha sido publicado; por consiguiente, por primera vez publicada en este juego de poemas.
Dennis Siluk, Poet, his new book being "Spell of the Andes," and "Cold Kindness," at your internet sites,or perhaps in some book stores http://www.bn.com or http://www.amazon.com


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