{"id":30,"date":"2025-04-11T17:14:05","date_gmt":"2025-04-11T17:14:05","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/yayserver.com\/mauraharvey\/?page_id=30"},"modified":"2025-06-04T14:07:38","modified_gmt":"2025-06-04T14:07:38","slug":"poetry","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/yayserver.com\/mauraharvey\/poetry\/","title":{"rendered":"Poetry"},"content":{"rendered":"<section class=\"l-section wpb_row us_custom_d4c92ae0 height_medium\"><div class=\"l-section-h i-cf\"><div class=\"g-cols vc_row via_grid cols_1 laptops-cols_inherit tablets-cols_inherit mobiles-cols_1 valign_top type_default stacking_default\"><div class=\"wpb_column vc_column_container\"><div class=\"vc_column-inner\"><div class=\"wpb_text_column\"><div class=\"wpb_wrapper\"><h1 style=\"text-align: center;\">Poems<\/h1>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/section><section class=\"l-section wpb_row us_custom_06c32857 black-gallery has_text_color height_large with_video\"><div id=\"us_bg_video_g509\" 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style=\"--gap:3rem;\"><div class=\"wpb_column vc_column_container\"><div class=\"vc_column-inner\"><div class=\"w-grid us_custom_457be6da type_grid layout_367\" id=\"poems-nav\" style=\"--gap:1.5rem;\" data-filterable=\"true\"><style>.layout_367 .w-grid-item-h{}.layout_367 .usg_post_title_1{transition-duration:0.6s;transform-origin:0% 50%;transform:scale(1) translate(0%,0%);opacity:0.7}.layout_367 .w-grid-item-h:hover .usg_post_title_1{transform:scale(1.1) translate(0%,0%);opacity:1}.layout_367 .usg_post_custom_field_1{transition-duration:0.3s;transform-origin:50% 50%;transform:scale(1) translate(0%,0%);opacity:0.7}.layout_367 .w-grid-item-h:hover .usg_post_custom_field_1{transform:scale(1.1) translate(5%,0%);opacity:1}.layout_367 .usg_post_title_1{color:#ffffff!important;font-size:0.9rem!important;font-weight:400!important;text-transform:uppercase!important;padding:0!important;margin:0!important}.layout_367 .usg_post_custom_field_1{font-family:Molly Glaston!important;font-style:italic!important;padding:0!important;margin:-0.4rem 0 0 0!important}.layout_367 .usg_vwrapper_1{padding-bottom:0.4rem!important}<\/style><div class=\"w-grid-list\">\t<article class=\"w-grid-item size_1x1 post-573 poem type-poem status-publish hentry\" data-id=\"573\">\r\n\t\t<div class=\"w-grid-item-h\">\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_1 align_none valign_top\"><p class=\"w-post-elm post_title usg_post_title_1 has_text_color align_left entry-title color_link_inherit\">Celia<\/p><div class=\"w-post-elm post_custom_field usg_post_custom_field_1 type_text spanish_title color_link_inherit\"><span class=\"w-post-elm-value\">Celia<\/span><\/div><\/div>\t\t<\/div>\r\n\t\t\t<\/article>\r\n\t<article class=\"w-grid-item size_1x1 post-223 poem type-poem status-publish hentry\" data-id=\"223\">\r\n\t\t<div class=\"w-grid-item-h\">\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_1 align_none valign_top\"><p class=\"w-post-elm post_title usg_post_title_1 has_text_color align_left entry-title color_link_inherit\">Color Memory<\/p><div class=\"w-post-elm post_custom_field usg_post_custom_field_1 type_text spanish_title color_link_inherit\"><span class=\"w-post-elm-value\">Color Recuerdo<\/span><\/div><\/div>\t\t<\/div>\r\n\t\t\t<\/article>\r\n\t<article class=\"w-grid-item size_1x1 post-576 poem type-poem status-publish hentry\" data-id=\"576\">\r\n\t\t<div class=\"w-grid-item-h\">\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_1 align_none valign_top\"><p class=\"w-post-elm post_title usg_post_title_1 has_text_color align_left entry-title color_link_inherit\">Older Brother<\/p><div class=\"w-post-elm post_custom_field usg_post_custom_field_1 type_text spanish_title color_link_inherit\"><span class=\"w-post-elm-value\">Hermano mayor<\/span><\/div><\/div>\t\t<\/div>\r\n\t\t\t<\/article>\r\n\t<article class=\"w-grid-item size_1x1 post-577 poem type-poem status-publish hentry\" data-id=\"577\">\r\n\t\t<div class=\"w-grid-item-h\">\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_1 align_none valign_top\"><p class=\"w-post-elm post_title usg_post_title_1 has_text_color align_left entry-title color_link_inherit\">Red Huipil, Blouse of Dreams<\/p><div class=\"w-post-elm post_custom_field usg_post_custom_field_1 type_text spanish_title color_link_inherit\"><span class=\"w-post-elm-value\">Huipil rojo, blusa de sue\u0148os<\/span><\/div><\/div>\t\t<\/div>\r\n\t\t\t<\/article>\r\n\t<article class=\"w-grid-item size_1x1 post-578 poem type-poem status-publish hentry\" data-id=\"578\">\r\n\t\t<div class=\"w-grid-item-h\">\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_1 align_none valign_top\"><p class=\"w-post-elm post_title usg_post_title_1 has_text_color align_left entry-title color_link_inherit\">Digna<\/p><div class=\"w-post-elm post_custom_field usg_post_custom_field_1 type_text spanish_title color_link_inherit\"><span class=\"w-post-elm-value\">Digna<\/span><\/div><\/div>\t\t<\/div>\r\n\t\t\t<\/article>\r\n\t<article class=\"w-grid-item size_1x1 post-580 poem type-poem status-publish hentry\" data-id=\"580\">\r\n\t\t<div class=\"w-grid-item-h\">\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_1 align_none valign_top\"><p class=\"w-post-elm post_title usg_post_title_1 has_text_color align_left entry-title color_link_inherit\">Park Scribe<\/p><div class=\"w-post-elm post_custom_field usg_post_custom_field_1 type_text spanish_title color_link_inherit\"><span class=\"w-post-elm-value\">Soy escribano<\/span><\/div><\/div>\t\t<\/div>\r\n\t\t\t<\/article>\r\n\t<article class=\"w-grid-item size_1x1 post-582 poem type-poem status-publish hentry\" data-id=\"582\">\r\n\t\t<div class=\"w-grid-item-h\">\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_1 align_none valign_top\"><p class=\"w-post-elm post_title usg_post_title_1 has_text_color align_left entry-title color_link_inherit\">Embroidery<\/p><\/div>\t\t<\/div>\r\n\t\t\t<\/article>\r\n\t<article class=\"w-grid-item size_1x1 post-583 poem type-poem status-publish hentry\" data-id=\"583\">\r\n\t\t<div class=\"w-grid-item-h\">\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_1 align_none valign_top\"><p class=\"w-post-elm post_title usg_post_title_1 has_text_color align_left entry-title color_link_inherit\">Offering<\/p><div class=\"w-post-elm post_custom_field usg_post_custom_field_1 type_text spanish_title color_link_inherit\"><span class=\"w-post-elm-value\">Ofrenda<\/span><\/div><\/div>\t\t<\/div>\r\n\t\t\t<\/article>\r\n\t<article class=\"w-grid-item size_1x1 post-592 poem type-poem status-publish hentry\" data-id=\"592\">\r\n\t\t<div class=\"w-grid-item-h\">\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_1 align_none valign_top\"><p class=\"w-post-elm post_title usg_post_title_1 has_text_color align_left entry-title color_link_inherit\">La Maestra: Teaching a Covid Dream<\/p><\/div>\t\t<\/div>\r\n\t\t\t<\/article>\r\n\t<article class=\"w-grid-item size_1x1 post-594 poem type-poem status-publish hentry\" data-id=\"594\">\r\n\t\t<div class=\"w-grid-item-h\">\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_1 align_none valign_top\"><p class=\"w-post-elm post_title usg_post_title_1 has_text_color align_left entry-title color_link_inherit\">Getting Across<\/p><\/div>\t\t<\/div>\r\n\t\t\t<\/article>\r\n<\/div><div class=\"w-grid-preloader\">\t<div class=\"g-preloader type_1\">\r\n\t\t<div><\/div>\r\n\t<\/div>\r\n\t<\/div>\t<div class=\"w-grid-json hidden\" onclick='return 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class=\"wpb_column vc_column_container\"><div class=\"vc_column-inner\"><div class=\"w-grid hide_on_mobiles type_grid layout_232\" id=\"poems\" style=\"--gap:1.5rem;\" data-filterable=\"true\"><style>.layout_232 .w-grid-item-h{}.layout_232 .usg_vwrapper_1{transition-duration:0.3s;transform-origin:50% 50%;transform:scale(1) translate(0%,0%)}.layout_232 .w-grid-item-h:hover .usg_vwrapper_1{transform:scale(1) translate(0%,0%);opacity:0}.layout_232 .usg_vwrapper_2{transition-duration:0.3s;transform-origin:50% 50%;transform:scale(1) translate(0%,0%);opacity:0}.layout_232 .w-grid-item-h:hover .usg_vwrapper_2{transform:scale(1) translate(0%,0%);opacity:1}.layout_232 .usg_vwrapper_3{transition-duration:0.3s;transform-origin:50% 50%;transform:scale(1) translate(0%,0%)}.layout_232 .w-grid-item-h:hover .usg_vwrapper_3{transform:scale(1) translate(0%,0%);opacity:1}.layout_232 .usg_vwrapper_1{width:100%!important}.layout_232 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.usg_post_content_2{width:100%!important;padding-top:3rem!important}.layout_232 .usg_post_custom_field_5{font-size:1.1rem!important;font-family:Molly Glaston!important;font-style:italic!important;margin-left:3rem!important}.layout_232 .usg_post_title_2{margin-bottom:0!important;padding-bottom:0!important}<\/style><div class=\"w-grid-list\">\t<article class=\"w-grid-item size_1x1 post-573 poem type-poem status-publish hentry\" data-id=\"573\">\r\n\t\t<div class=\"w-grid-item-h\">\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_3 align_none valign_top\" style=\"--vwrapper-gap:0rem\"><div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_1 poem-content align_none valign_top\"><h2 class=\"w-post-elm post_title usg_post_title_1 entry-title color_link_inherit\">Celia<\/h2><div class=\"w-post-elm post_custom_field usg_post_custom_field_3 type_text subtitle color_link_inherit\"><span class=\"w-post-elm-value\"><\/span><\/div><div class=\"w-post-elm post_content usg_post_content_1\"><p>It\u2019s only on Saturdays<br \/>\nI remember my father\u2019s inn in Kol\u00f3zsv\u00e1r<br \/>\nsmell of wine harvest<br \/>\nhay fields<br \/>\nrain in the woods<\/p>\n<p>New York days go slowly<br \/>\nI bore eight children here<br \/>\ngave my sons names of prophets<br \/>\nmy daughters<br \/>\nnames of flowers and forgotten princesses<\/p>\n<p>Celia, the second-born, married outside<br \/>\nrejected our heritage<br \/>\n(for Leopold and me<br \/>\nshe is more dead<br \/>\nthan the two babies born without life)<\/p>\n<p>On weekdays<br \/>\nI knead the challah of forgetfulness<br \/>\ngrind coffee<br \/>\nslide the iron in a cloud of clean steam<br \/>\nonly on Saturdays<br \/>\nI smell again the laughing pines of Transylvania<br \/>\nhear a blue violin in the gypsy sky<br \/>\nOnly on Saturdays<br \/>\nfor a short moment I see her again<br \/>\nshe arrives<br \/>\na red-haired phantom<br \/>\nsmiling<br \/>\nshe resembles me<br \/>\nskin like pale wheels of onion<br \/>\neyes shining like dark walnuts<br \/>\nI remember my pink blossom child<br \/>\nlost in the Sabbath morning<br \/>\n<span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>I pronounce her celestial name<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_2 poem-content align_none valign_top\"><h2 class=\"w-post-elm post_custom_field usg_post_custom_field_2 type_text spanish_title color_link_inherit\"><span class=\"w-post-elm-value\">Celia<\/span><\/h2><div class=\"w-post-elm post_custom_field usg_post_custom_field_4 type_text spanish_version color_link_inherit\"><p>S\u00f3lo los s\u00e1bados<br \/>\nrecuerdo la posada de mi padre en Kol\u00f3zsv\u00e1r<br \/>\nolor a vendimia<br \/>\na campo de heno<br \/>\nlluvia en el bosque<\/p>\n<p>Los d\u00edas de Nueva York van lentos<br \/>\naqu\u00ed he dado a luz ocho hijos<br \/>\na los varones les di nombres de profetas<br \/>\na las hijas<br \/>\nde flores y princesas olvidadas<\/p>\n<p>Celia, la segunda, se cas\u00f3 fuera<br \/>\nrechaz\u00f3 nuestra herencia<br \/>\n(para Leopoldo y para m\u00ed<br \/>\nest\u00e1 m\u00e1s muerta<br \/>\nque los dos ni\u00f1os que nacieron sin vida)<\/p>\n<p>Los d\u00edas de semana<br \/>\namaso el challah del olvido<br \/>\nmuelo el caf\u00e9<br \/>\ndeslizo la plancha en una nube de vapor limpio<br \/>\ns\u00f3lo los s\u00e1bados<br \/>\nhuelo de nuevo la risa de los pinos en Transilvania<br \/>\noigo el viol\u00edn azul en el cielo gitano<br \/>\nS\u00f3lo los s\u00e1bados<br \/>\npor un momento corto la veo de nuevo<br \/>\nllega<br \/>\nun fantasma pelirrojo<br \/>\nrisue\u00f1o<br \/>\nse parece a m\u00ed<br \/>\ncon su piel como p\u00e1lidas ruedas de cebolla<br \/>\nojos brillando como nueces oscuras<br \/>\nrecuerdo a la ni\u00f1a capullo rosado<br \/>\nperdida en el d\u00eda sabatino<br \/>\n<span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>pronuncio su nombre celestial<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><a class=\"w-btn us-btn-style_2 usg_btn_1 icon_atleft\" href=\"#\"><i class=\"fal fa-chevron-left\"><\/i><span class=\"w-btn-label\">Hover on text for Spanish<\/span><\/a><\/div>\t\t<\/div>\r\n\t\t\t<\/article>\r\n\t<article class=\"w-grid-item size_1x1 post-223 poem type-poem status-publish hentry\" data-id=\"223\">\r\n\t\t<div class=\"w-grid-item-h\">\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_3 align_none valign_top\" style=\"--vwrapper-gap:0rem\"><div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_1 poem-content align_none valign_top\"><h2 class=\"w-post-elm post_title usg_post_title_1 entry-title color_link_inherit\">Color Memory<\/h2><div class=\"w-post-elm post_custom_field usg_post_custom_field_3 type_text subtitle color_link_inherit\"><span class=\"w-post-elm-value\"><\/span><\/div><div class=\"w-post-elm post_content usg_post_content_1\"><p>blue brings you back<br \/>\nif it were red<br \/>\ngreen<em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0<\/em>yellow<br \/>\nI could swallow the tears<br \/>\nblue sea<br \/>\nblue sky<br \/>\nblue blade<br \/>\nblue prince<br \/>\nglobules of mercury rain<br \/>\nin the patio fountain<\/p>\n<p>I can\u2019t find the island of dry color<br \/>\nI need a jacaranda<br \/>\n<em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0<\/em>an active volcano<br \/>\n<em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0<\/em>sun in the corn field<\/p>\n<p>but every morning I awaken to<br \/>\nthe ruthless sky<\/p>\n<p>a rainy day with a sunflower sky<br \/>\nwould do me good<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_2 poem-content align_none valign_top\"><h2 class=\"w-post-elm post_custom_field usg_post_custom_field_2 type_text spanish_title color_link_inherit\"><span class=\"w-post-elm-value\">Color Recuerdo<\/span><\/h2><div class=\"w-post-elm post_custom_field usg_post_custom_field_4 type_text spanish_version color_link_inherit\"><p>el azul te trae<br \/>\nsi fuera el rojo<br \/>\nel verde<em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0<\/em>el amarillo<br \/>\npodr\u00eda tragarme las l\u00e1grimas<br \/>\nazul mar<br \/>\nazul cielo<br \/>\nazul navaja<br \/>\nazul pr\u00edncipe<br \/>\ncaen los gl\u00f3bulos de mercurio<br \/>\nen la fuente del patio<\/p>\n<p>no encuentro la isla de color seco<br \/>\nme hacen falta la jacaranda<br \/>\n<em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0<\/em>un volc\u00e1n activo<br \/>\n<em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0<\/em>el sol en la milpa<\/p>\n<p>pero cada ma\u00f1ana doy con un cielo<br \/>\ndespiadado<\/p>\n<p>el d\u00eda que llueva vendr\u00eda bien<br \/>\nun cielo tornasol<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><a class=\"w-btn us-btn-style_2 usg_btn_1 icon_atleft\" href=\"#\"><i class=\"fal fa-chevron-left\"><\/i><span class=\"w-btn-label\">Hover on text for Spanish<\/span><\/a><\/div>\t\t<\/div>\r\n\t\t\t<\/article>\r\n\t<article class=\"w-grid-item size_1x1 post-576 poem type-poem status-publish hentry\" data-id=\"576\">\r\n\t\t<div class=\"w-grid-item-h\">\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_3 align_none valign_top\" style=\"--vwrapper-gap:0rem\"><div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_1 poem-content align_none valign_top\"><h2 class=\"w-post-elm post_title usg_post_title_1 entry-title color_link_inherit\">Older Brother<\/h2><div class=\"w-post-elm post_custom_field usg_post_custom_field_3 type_text subtitle color_link_inherit\"><span class=\"w-post-elm-value\"><\/span><\/div><div class=\"w-post-elm post_content usg_post_content_1\"><p>you let me follow you<br \/>\nto the beach to battle waves<br \/>\nwhere I dared stick a finger<br \/>\nin the heart of anemones<br \/>\nyou took me to the forest<br \/>\nfor cherries that stained my lips<br \/>\nlike a movie star\u2019s paint<br \/>\nyou taught me to light a match<br \/>\nwith the sole of my shoe<br \/>\nto find the Milky Way<br \/>\nplay chess<\/p>\n<p>to my eight years your ten were a victory<br \/>\nand you Lancelot<\/p>\n<p>I remember the kiss<br \/>\nthat we practiced<br \/>\nto use on the day we fell in love<br \/>\nfor real<br \/>\nwhen we grew up<\/p>\n<p>faithful accomplice<br \/>\nyou are what most resembles me<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_2 poem-content align_none valign_top\"><h2 class=\"w-post-elm post_custom_field usg_post_custom_field_2 type_text spanish_title color_link_inherit\"><span class=\"w-post-elm-value\">Hermano mayor<\/span><\/h2><div class=\"w-post-elm post_custom_field usg_post_custom_field_4 type_text spanish_version color_link_inherit\"><p>me dejabas seguirte<br \/>\na la playa a batallar las olas<br \/>\ndonde me atrev\u00eda a meter el dedo<br \/>\nen el coraz\u00f3n de las an\u00e9monas<br \/>\nme llevabas al bosque<br \/>\npor cerezas que te\u00f1\u00edan mis labios<br \/>\ncomo pintura de actriz<br \/>\nme ense\u00f1aste a encender f\u00f3sforos<br \/>\ncon la suela del zapato<br \/>\na encontrar la v\u00eda l\u00e1ctea<br \/>\na jugar al ajedrez<\/p>\n<p>a mis ocho tus diez a\u00f1os eran una victoria<br \/>\ny t\u00fa Lancelot<\/p>\n<p>recuerdo el beso<br \/>\nque practicamos<br \/>\npara usarlo el d\u00eda que nos enamor\u00e1ramos<br \/>\nya grandes<br \/>\ny de verdad<\/p>\n<p>c\u00f3mplice fiel<br \/>\neres lo que m\u00e1s se parece a m\u00ed<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><a class=\"w-btn us-btn-style_2 usg_btn_1 icon_atleft\" href=\"#\"><i class=\"fal fa-chevron-left\"><\/i><span class=\"w-btn-label\">Hover on text for Spanish<\/span><\/a><\/div>\t\t<\/div>\r\n\t\t\t<\/article>\r\n\t<article class=\"w-grid-item size_1x1 post-577 poem type-poem status-publish hentry\" data-id=\"577\">\r\n\t\t<div class=\"w-grid-item-h\">\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_3 align_none valign_top\" style=\"--vwrapper-gap:0rem\"><div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_1 poem-content align_none valign_top\"><h2 class=\"w-post-elm post_title usg_post_title_1 entry-title color_link_inherit\">Red Huipil, Blouse of Dreams<\/h2><div class=\"w-post-elm post_custom_field usg_post_custom_field_3 type_text subtitle color_link_inherit\"><span class=\"w-post-elm-value\"><\/span><\/div><div class=\"w-post-elm post_content usg_post_content_1\"><p>made by butterfly or woman<br \/>\nor did you weave yourself?<\/p>\n<p>huipil<br \/>\nAna Mar\u00eda dreamed you<\/p>\n<p>or perhaps you dreamed Ana Mar\u00eda<\/p>\n<p>from spiderweb<br \/>\nquetzal feathers<br \/>\nwith eyes of the moon<br \/>\niguana fingers<\/p>\n<p>or were you born complete<br \/>\nfrom Mother Earth\u2019s navel?<\/p>\n<p>huipil<br \/>\nthe artisan gave you to the light<br \/>\ncochineal hibiscus<br \/>\npomegranate heart<br \/>\nblood of Mayas<\/p>\n<p>red-hued huipilito<br \/>\nmoon, firefly<br \/>\nred-hued huipil<br \/>\nyou sing the red rose<br \/>\ncry red-stained tears<br \/>\nsweat carmine dust<\/p>\n<p>conquistadora<br \/>\nhuipil<br \/>\nyou conquer life<br \/>\ndeath<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_2 poem-content align_none valign_top\"><h2 class=\"w-post-elm post_custom_field usg_post_custom_field_2 type_text spanish_title color_link_inherit\"><span class=\"w-post-elm-value\">Huipil rojo, blusa de sue\u0148os<\/span><\/h2><div class=\"w-post-elm post_custom_field usg_post_custom_field_4 type_text spanish_version color_link_inherit\"><p>hecho por mariposa o mujer<br \/>\n\u00bfo te tejiste solo?<\/p>\n<p>huipil<br \/>\nte so\u00f1\u00f3 Ana Mar\u00eda<\/p>\n<p>o tal vez so\u00f1aste t\u00fa a Ana Mar\u00eda<br \/>\nde telara\u00f1a<br \/>\nplumas de quetzal<br \/>\ncon ojos de luna<br \/>\ndedos de iguana<\/p>\n<p>o del ombligo de la madre tierra<br \/>\nnaciste entero<\/p>\n<p>huipil<br \/>\nla artesana te dio a luz<br \/>\ncochinilla jamaica<br \/>\ncoraz\u00f3n de granada<br \/>\nsangre de los mayas<\/p>\n<p>huipilito colorado<br \/>\nluna, luci\u00e9rnaga<br \/>\nhuipil colorado<br \/>\ncantas la rosa roja<br \/>\nlloras l\u00e1grimas te\u00f1idas de rojo<br \/>\nsudas polvo carm\u00edn<\/p>\n<p>conquistadora<br \/>\nhuipil<br \/>\nvences la vida<br \/>\nla muerte<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><a class=\"w-btn us-btn-style_2 usg_btn_1 icon_atleft\" href=\"#\"><i class=\"fal fa-chevron-left\"><\/i><span class=\"w-btn-label\">Hover on text for Spanish<\/span><\/a><\/div>\t\t<\/div>\r\n\t\t\t<\/article>\r\n\t<article class=\"w-grid-item size_1x1 post-578 poem type-poem status-publish hentry\" data-id=\"578\">\r\n\t\t<div class=\"w-grid-item-h\">\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_3 align_none valign_top\" style=\"--vwrapper-gap:0rem\"><div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_1 poem-content align_none valign_top\"><h2 class=\"w-post-elm post_title usg_post_title_1 entry-title color_link_inherit\">Digna<\/h2><div class=\"w-post-elm post_custom_field usg_post_custom_field_3 type_text subtitle color_link_inherit\"><span class=\"w-post-elm-value\"><\/span><\/div><div class=\"w-post-elm post_content usg_post_content_1\"><p style=\"font-size: 90%; opacity: .7; padding-left: 3rem;\">Digna Ochoa y Pl\u00e1cido<br \/>\n<em>5\/15\/1963 &#8211; 10\/19\/2001<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"font-size: 90%; opacity: .7; padding-left: 3rem;\"><em>human rights attorney murdered<\/em><br \/>\n<em>in her office in M\u00e9xico, D .F., October 19, 2001<\/em><\/p>\n<p>they named you Digna<\/p>\n<p>I remember the day when I met you<br \/>\nin el Norte<br \/>\nyou brought your world<br \/>\nof dangers shared<br \/>\ndeath threats<br \/>\nto my tranquil town on the coast<\/p>\n<p>I envied the truth in your eyes<\/p>\n<p>you lie in Misantla, Veracruz<br \/>\nyou carry away your secrets, your dreams<br \/>\na victim like those you protected<br \/>\nstudents, guerrilleros, defenders of human rights<\/p>\n<p>precious daughter of Misantla<br \/>\nyou needed more years<\/p>\n<p>in the obscure days<br \/>\nof the defense of your final hours<br \/>\nI pray you inspire us with your light<br \/>\nilluminate suspicions<br \/>\ngive us faith<br \/>\nmay human justice<br \/>\nbe reborn<br \/>\nand may we be<br \/>\nworthy<br \/>\nof your memory<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_2 poem-content align_none valign_top\"><h2 class=\"w-post-elm post_custom_field usg_post_custom_field_2 type_text spanish_title color_link_inherit\"><span class=\"w-post-elm-value\">Digna<\/span><\/h2><div class=\"w-post-elm post_custom_field usg_post_custom_field_4 type_text spanish_version color_link_inherit\"><p style=\"font-size: 90%; opacity: .7; padding-left: 3rem;\">Digna Ochoa y Pl\u00e1cido<br \/>\n<em>15\/05\/1963 a 19\/10\/2001<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"font-size: 90%; opacity: 0.7; text-align: left; padding-left: 3rem;\"><em>abogada de derechos humanos asesinada en su oficina<\/em><br \/>\n<em>en M\u00e9xico, D. F., el 19 de octubre de 2001<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Digna, as\u00ed te nombraron<\/p>\n<p>recuerdo el d\u00eda que te conoc\u00ed<br \/>\nal Norte<br \/>\na mi tranquila ciudad coste\u00f1a<br \/>\ntrajiste tu mundo<br \/>\nde peligro compartido<br \/>\namenaza de muerte<\/p>\n<p>envidiaba la verdad en tus ojos<br \/>\nyaces en Misantla,Veracruz,<br \/>\nte llevas los secretos, los sue\u00f1os<br \/>\nv\u00edctima como los que amparabas<br \/>\nestudiantes, guerrilleros, defensores de derechos<\/p>\n<p>hija preciosa de Misantla<br \/>\nnecesitaste m\u00e1s a\u00f1os<\/p>\n<p>en los d\u00edas oscuros<br \/>\nde la defensa<br \/>\nde tus \u00faltimas horas<br \/>\nte pido nos inspires con tu luz<br \/>\nilumina las sospechas<br \/>\ndanos fe<br \/>\npara que renazca<br \/>\nla justicia humana<br \/>\ny seamos dignos<br \/>\nde tu memoria<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><a class=\"w-btn us-btn-style_2 usg_btn_1 icon_atleft\" href=\"#\"><i class=\"fal fa-chevron-left\"><\/i><span class=\"w-btn-label\">Hover on text for Spanish<\/span><\/a><\/div>\t\t<\/div>\r\n\t\t\t<\/article>\r\n\t<article class=\"w-grid-item size_1x1 post-580 poem type-poem status-publish hentry\" data-id=\"580\">\r\n\t\t<div class=\"w-grid-item-h\">\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_3 align_none valign_top\" style=\"--vwrapper-gap:0rem\"><div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_1 poem-content align_none valign_top\"><h2 class=\"w-post-elm post_title usg_post_title_1 entry-title color_link_inherit\">Park Scribe<\/h2><div class=\"w-post-elm post_custom_field usg_post_custom_field_3 type_text subtitle color_link_inherit\"><span class=\"w-post-elm-value\"><\/span><\/div><div class=\"w-post-elm post_content usg_post_content_1\"><p><em>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 <\/em>I sit in the poplar-lined plaza with my typewriter<br \/>\n<em>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 <\/em>so the townsfolk can dictate their letters to me.<\/p>\n<p>Ladies and Gentlemen, I offer my literary knowledge<br \/>\nfor all types of correspondence,<br \/>\nfor you to communicate with your loved ones, your boss,<br \/>\nyour sweetheart,<br \/>\nyour rival, the governor, your union.<br \/>\nMy specialty is love letters.<\/p>\n<p>Let Florencio come<br \/>\nhe of the unrequited love.<br \/>\nwith my rosy words hard Amalia will be convinced.<br \/>\nLet old Ana request a tender letter<br \/>\nfor the grandson in jail in the San Joaquin Valley.<br \/>\nI\u2019ll thank him for the money order<br \/>\n<em>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Yes, I bought herbs and got a massage.<\/em><br \/>\n<em>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Remember, my son, God may squeeze you, but he won\u2019t hang you.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I\u2019ll fix Rosa Mar\u00eda\u2019s spelling<br \/>\nI\u2019ll write her boss in Chicago:<br \/>\n<em>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 I gave birth to a healthy, fat baby; we call him Salvador.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>For Emiio, something special:<br \/>\nI shall compose complements like pearls for the actress<br \/>\n<em>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 (She looks like an angel fallen from her star),<\/em><br \/>\n<em>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 signed your respectful admirer, Emilio.<\/em><br \/>\nI\u2019ll write to Carlos<br \/>\nfrom his true wife in the eyes of God:<br \/>\n<em>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Do not forget me up there in Nogales,<\/em><br \/>\n<em>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 come back for me as soon as you\u2019ve raised the money,<\/em><br \/>\n<em>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 there is no battle worse than the one you don\u2019t fight.<\/em><br \/>\nI\u2019ll write Miguel Angel<br \/>\nthat there is no point sending money for the trip;<br \/>\n<em>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 My dear little mother died and there is no one to care for the baby.<\/em><br \/>\n<em>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 signed sadly yours, Lupita.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Later the mist will vanish from the park and<br \/>\nAt the morning\u2019s close I will put my typewriter in its old case.<br \/>\nThe ballad will be over.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_2 poem-content align_none valign_top\"><h2 class=\"w-post-elm post_custom_field usg_post_custom_field_2 type_text spanish_title color_link_inherit\"><span class=\"w-post-elm-value\">Soy escribano<\/span><\/h2><div class=\"w-post-elm post_custom_field usg_post_custom_field_4 type_text spanish_version color_link_inherit\"><p><em>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 <\/em>Me siento en la alameda con la m\u00e1quina de escribir<br \/>\n<em>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 <\/em>para que me dicte sus cartas la gente del pueblo.<\/p>\n<p>Damas y caballeros, les ofrezco mis conocimientos literarios<br \/>\npara toda clase de correspondencia,<br \/>\npara que se comuniquen con sus seres queridos, con los patrones,<br \/>\ncon el novio o la novia,<br \/>\ncon su rival, con el gobierno del estado, con el sindicato.<br \/>\nMi especialidad son las cartas de amor.<\/p>\n<p>Que venga Florentino<br \/>\n\u00e9l del amor no correspondido.<br \/>\nLe dir\u00e9 rosadas palabras; la dura Amalia se convencer\u00e1.<br \/>\nQue la vieja Ana me pida una carta tierna<br \/>\npara el nieto encarcelado en el Valle de San Joaqu\u00edn.<br \/>\nAgradecer\u00e9 el giro de su parte.<br \/>\n<em>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 S\u00ed, hijo, me compr\u00e9 las hierbas y me di una sobada.<\/em><br \/>\n<em>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Recuerda, Diosito aprieta pero no ahorca.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>A Rosa Mar\u00eda le arreglo la ortograf\u00eda.<br \/>\nLe escribir\u00e9 a la patrona en Chicago:<br \/>\n<em>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Ya di a luz a mi hijo sano y gordo, le llamamos Salvador.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Para Emilio, algo especial:<br \/>\nle compongo piropos de perlas a la gran actriz<br \/>\n<em>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 (Parece \u00e1ngel ca\u00eddo de su estrella),<\/em><br \/>\n<em>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 firma su admirador que tanto la respeta, Emilio.<\/em><br \/>\nLe escribo a Carlos<br \/>\nde parte de su esposa verdadera ante los ojos de Dios:<br \/>\n<em>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Que no me vayas a olvidar por all\u00e1 en Nogales,<\/em><br \/>\n<em>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 que vuelvas por m\u00ed en cuanto hayas juntado el dinero,<\/em><br \/>\n<em>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 sabes bien que no hay peor lucha que la que no se hace.<\/em><br \/>\nLe escribir\u00e9 a Miguel Angel<br \/>\nque no tiene caso ya que me mande el dinero para el pasaje<br \/>\n<em>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Se muri\u00f3 mi madrecita y no hay quien cuide a la ni\u00f1a<\/em><br \/>\n<em>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 firma la triste Lupita.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Luego se esfumar\u00e1 la neblina del parque.<br \/>\nGuardar\u00e9 mi maquinita en su viejo estuche.<br \/>\nSe acabar\u00e1 el corrido.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><a class=\"w-btn us-btn-style_2 usg_btn_1 icon_atleft\" href=\"#\"><i class=\"fal fa-chevron-left\"><\/i><span class=\"w-btn-label\">Hover on text for Spanish<\/span><\/a><\/div>\t\t<\/div>\r\n\t\t\t<\/article>\r\n\t<article class=\"w-grid-item size_1x1 post-582 poem type-poem status-publish hentry\" data-id=\"582\">\r\n\t\t<div class=\"w-grid-item-h\">\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_3 align_none valign_top\" style=\"--vwrapper-gap:0rem\"><div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_1 poem-content align_none valign_top\"><h2 class=\"w-post-elm post_title usg_post_title_1 entry-title color_link_inherit\">Embroidery<\/h2><div class=\"w-post-elm post_custom_field usg_post_custom_field_3 type_text subtitle color_link_inherit\"><span class=\"w-post-elm-value\"><\/span><\/div><div class=\"w-post-elm post_content usg_post_content_1\"><p>She had always needed guidance<br \/>\na secret code<br \/>\nfriend to show the way<br \/>\npattern to follow<\/p>\n<p>Alone she tackled the pile of floss<br \/>\nrecited a prayer for every color<br \/>\ndetangled\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0weeded out strays<br \/>\ndisengaged red from coral<\/p>\n<p>Paused at the blues<br \/>\nsky\u00a0 \u00a0 rain\u00a0 \u00a0lakes<br \/>\ndamp tears<\/p>\n<p>Colors twisted in tote bags<br \/>\nstored memories<br \/>\ntapestry of mother<br \/>\nfather\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0daughters\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0old friends<br \/>\nstrangers far away<br \/>\ncross stitch\u00a0 \u00a0 chain stitch\u00a0 \u00a0 French knot<br \/>\nsequins\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 seed pearls<br \/>\nbits of lace<\/p>\n<p>cotton\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 silk\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 wool<br \/>\nShe stitched her rosary<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_2 poem-content align_none valign_top\"><h2 class=\"w-post-elm post_title usg_post_title_2 entry-title color_link_inherit\">Embroidery<\/h2><div class=\"w-post-elm post_custom_field usg_post_custom_field_5 type_text subtitle color_link_inherit\"><span class=\"w-post-elm-value\"><\/span><\/div><div class=\"w-post-elm post_content usg_post_content_2\"><p>She had always needed guidance<br \/>\na secret code<br \/>\nfriend to show the way<br \/>\npattern to follow<\/p>\n<p>Alone she tackled the pile of floss<br \/>\nrecited a prayer for every color<br \/>\ndetangled\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0weeded out strays<br \/>\ndisengaged red from coral<\/p>\n<p>Paused at the blues<br \/>\nsky\u00a0 \u00a0 rain\u00a0 \u00a0lakes<br \/>\ndamp tears<\/p>\n<p>Colors twisted in tote bags<br \/>\nstored memories<br \/>\ntapestry of mother<br \/>\nfather\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0daughters\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0old friends<br \/>\nstrangers far away<br \/>\ncross stitch\u00a0 \u00a0 chain stitch\u00a0 \u00a0 French knot<br \/>\nsequins\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 seed pearls<br \/>\nbits of lace<\/p>\n<p>cotton\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 silk\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 wool<br \/>\nShe stitched her rosary<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>\t\t<\/div>\r\n\t\t\t<\/article>\r\n\t<article class=\"w-grid-item size_1x1 post-583 poem type-poem status-publish hentry\" data-id=\"583\">\r\n\t\t<div class=\"w-grid-item-h\">\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_3 align_none valign_top\" style=\"--vwrapper-gap:0rem\"><div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_1 poem-content align_none valign_top\"><h2 class=\"w-post-elm post_title usg_post_title_1 entry-title color_link_inherit\">Offering<\/h2><div class=\"w-post-elm post_custom_field usg_post_custom_field_3 type_text subtitle color_link_inherit\"><span class=\"w-post-elm-value\">for my mother<\/span><\/div><div class=\"w-post-elm post_content usg_post_content_1\"><p>when it doesn\u2019t rain<br \/>\nand the day has dried a little<br \/>\nyou go out to work in the garden<br \/>\nat eighty-nine<br \/>\nyou like to feel the wet earth<br \/>\nprune branches<br \/>\ndo some weeding<\/p>\n<p>like spring in California<br \/>\nyou give more than you expect<br \/>\nshine with little-girl surprises<\/p>\n<p>you come inside<br \/>\nwith a bouquet for me<br \/>\nhyacinths<br \/>\ncalla lilies<br \/>\nroses<\/p>\n<p>a bromeliad breathes blue kitchen air<br \/>\nyou serve me milk tea<br \/>\nlisten to my stories<br \/>\ntell me yours<br \/>\nwith the joy of purple irises<br \/>\nthat multiply from happiness<\/p>\n<p>my refuge<br \/>\nI watch you change with the seasons<\/p>\n<p>beside the fire in the living room<br \/>\ndream new colors<br \/>\npansies<br \/>\ndaisies<br \/>\ngeraniums to plant<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_2 poem-content align_none valign_top\"><h2 class=\"w-post-elm post_custom_field usg_post_custom_field_2 type_text spanish_title color_link_inherit\"><span class=\"w-post-elm-value\">Ofrenda<\/span><\/h2><div class=\"w-post-elm post_custom_field usg_post_custom_field_1 type_text spanish_subtitle color_link_inherit\"><span class=\"w-post-elm-value\">para mi madre<\/span><\/div><div class=\"w-post-elm post_custom_field usg_post_custom_field_4 type_text spanish_version color_link_inherit\"><p>cuando no llueve<br \/>\ny el d\u00eda se ha secado un poco<br \/>\nsales a cultivar el jard\u00edn<br \/>\na tus ochenta y nueve<br \/>\nte alegra sentir la tierra h\u00fameda<br \/>\npodar las ramas<br \/>\nquitar hierbas<\/p>\n<p>como la primavera de California<br \/>\ndas m\u00e1s de lo que esperas<br \/>\nresplandeces con tus sorpresas de ni\u00f1a<\/p>\n<p>entras con un ramillete para m\u00ed<br \/>\njacintos<br \/>\nalcatraces<br \/>\nrosas<\/p>\n<p>un bromelio respira el aire de cocina azul<br \/>\nme sirves t\u00e9 con leche<br \/>\nescuchas mis historias<br \/>\ncuentas las tuyas<br \/>\ncon el j\u00fabilo de los lirios morados<br \/>\nque se multiplican por gusto<\/p>\n<p>mi refugio<br \/>\nte miro cambiar con las estaciones<\/p>\n<p>junto al fuego del sal\u00f3n<br \/>\nsue\u00f1as con colores nuevos<br \/>\nsolitarias<br \/>\nmargaritas<br \/>\ngeranios por plantar<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><a class=\"w-btn us-btn-style_2 usg_btn_1 icon_atleft\" href=\"#\"><i class=\"fal fa-chevron-left\"><\/i><span class=\"w-btn-label\">Hover on text for Spanish<\/span><\/a><\/div>\t\t<\/div>\r\n\t\t\t<\/article>\r\n\t<article class=\"w-grid-item size_1x1 post-592 poem type-poem status-publish hentry\" data-id=\"592\">\r\n\t\t<div class=\"w-grid-item-h\">\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_3 align_none valign_top\" style=\"--vwrapper-gap:0rem\"><div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_1 poem-content align_none valign_top\"><h2 class=\"w-post-elm post_title usg_post_title_1 entry-title color_link_inherit\">La Maestra: Teaching a Covid Dream<\/h2><div class=\"w-post-elm post_custom_field usg_post_custom_field_3 type_text subtitle color_link_inherit\"><span class=\"w-post-elm-value\"><\/span><\/div><div class=\"w-post-elm post_content usg_post_content_1\"><p>She teaches Spanish because she loves<br \/>\nthe sounds of <em>erre, jota<\/em>, and the way you say<br \/>\n<em>que ser\u00e1 ser\u00e1<\/em> and really mean it<br \/>\n<span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><em>le encanta el espa\u00f1ol<\/em><br \/>\nshe helps kids travel with thoughts<br \/>\nnew sounds<br \/>\nto hear how we humans come in variations<br \/>\neach with an accent<br \/>\n<span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>like her grandparents<br \/>\n<span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>whose savory words<br \/>\n<span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>still season her dreams<\/p>\n<p>But now in Corona virus days<br \/>\nher students sit in boxes on a screen<br \/>\nquarantined faces in a room with a tired bed<br \/>\nfrowning window, lonely lamp<\/p>\n<p><span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>children adrift<br \/>\n<span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>flotsam-jetsam hitting the shore<br \/>\n<span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><em>en un mar<\/em><br \/>\n<span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><em>de hola \u00bfqu\u00e9 tal? hace fr\u00edo \u00bfqu\u00e9 pasa?<\/em><br \/>\n<span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>she is a search-and-rescue squad<br \/>\n<span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><em>Ni\u00f1os que flotan<\/em><\/p>\n<p>And, at the same time, she teaches ni\u00f1os aqu\u00ed<br \/>\nsix feet away, in her classroom<br \/>\ngasping words through a mask<\/p>\n<p>And when she remembers the students in boxes<br \/>\n<span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>she checks and hears her words<br \/>\n<span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>zoom away into the ocean blue<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_2 poem-content align_none valign_top\"><h2 class=\"w-post-elm post_title usg_post_title_2 entry-title color_link_inherit\">La Maestra: Teaching a Covid Dream<\/h2><div class=\"w-post-elm post_custom_field usg_post_custom_field_5 type_text subtitle color_link_inherit\"><span class=\"w-post-elm-value\"><\/span><\/div><div class=\"w-post-elm post_content usg_post_content_2\"><p>She teaches Spanish because she loves<br \/>\nthe sounds of <em>erre, jota<\/em>, and the way you say<br \/>\n<em>que ser\u00e1 ser\u00e1<\/em> and really mean it<br \/>\n<span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><em>le encanta el espa\u00f1ol<\/em><br \/>\nshe helps kids travel with thoughts<br \/>\nnew sounds<br \/>\nto hear how we humans come in variations<br \/>\neach with an accent<br \/>\n<span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>like her grandparents<br \/>\n<span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>whose savory words<br \/>\n<span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>still season her dreams<\/p>\n<p>But now in Corona virus days<br \/>\nher students sit in boxes on a screen<br \/>\nquarantined faces in a room with a tired bed<br \/>\nfrowning window, lonely lamp<\/p>\n<p><span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>children adrift<br \/>\n<span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>flotsam-jetsam hitting the shore<br \/>\n<span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><em>en un mar<\/em><br \/>\n<span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><em>de hola \u00bfqu\u00e9 tal? hace fr\u00edo \u00bfqu\u00e9 pasa?<\/em><br \/>\n<span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>she is a search-and-rescue squad<br \/>\n<span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><em>Ni\u00f1os que flotan<\/em><\/p>\n<p>And, at the same time, she teaches ni\u00f1os aqu\u00ed<br \/>\nsix feet away, in her classroom<br \/>\ngasping words through a mask<\/p>\n<p>And when she remembers the students in boxes<br \/>\n<span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>she checks and hears her words<br \/>\n<span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>zoom away into the ocean blue<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>\t\t<\/div>\r\n\t\t\t<\/article>\r\n\t<article class=\"w-grid-item size_1x1 post-594 poem type-poem status-publish hentry\" data-id=\"594\">\r\n\t\t<div class=\"w-grid-item-h\">\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_3 align_none valign_top\" style=\"--vwrapper-gap:0rem\"><div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_1 poem-content align_none valign_top\"><h2 class=\"w-post-elm post_title usg_post_title_1 entry-title color_link_inherit\">Getting Across<\/h2><div class=\"w-post-elm post_custom_field usg_post_custom_field_3 type_text subtitle color_link_inherit\"><span class=\"w-post-elm-value\">for her grandchildren<\/span><\/div><div class=\"w-post-elm post_content usg_post_content_1\"><p><em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>She parks the old Volvo<br \/>\nstops<em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>looks<em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>listens<br \/>\napple blossoms<br \/>\nnews of war<br \/>\nguns<br \/>\n<em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>nail salon polishes the air<\/p>\n<p>fire siren oracle<\/p>\n<p><em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>She crosswalks the corner<br \/>\ndreams Havana<br \/>\nmuses London<br \/>\nbreathes red poppies<\/p>\n<p>blue sky of her world drips<br \/>\n<em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>blood<\/p>\n<p>breeze blows words<br \/>\n<em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>dead<br \/>\n<em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>shot<em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em><em> \u00a0<\/em>destroyed<\/p>\n<p>She hears<br \/>\n<em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>crying children<br \/>\n<em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>somewhere<em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em><em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>not here<\/p>\n<p>they are her children too<br \/>\nher mothers<em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em><em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>her family<\/p>\n<p>signal lights<br \/>\n<em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>it\u2019s safe to cross<br \/>\nShe crosses<em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em><em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em><em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em><em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em><em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>watches<br \/>\n<em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>the light of the world<br \/>\n<em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>begins<br \/>\n<em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>to flicker<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_2 poem-content align_none valign_top\"><h2 class=\"w-post-elm post_title usg_post_title_2 entry-title color_link_inherit\">Getting Across<\/h2><div class=\"w-post-elm post_custom_field usg_post_custom_field_5 type_text subtitle color_link_inherit\"><span class=\"w-post-elm-value\">for her grandchildren<\/span><\/div><div class=\"w-post-elm post_content usg_post_content_2\"><p><em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>She parks the old Volvo<br \/>\nstops<em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>looks<em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>listens<br \/>\napple blossoms<br \/>\nnews of war<br \/>\nguns<br \/>\n<em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>nail salon polishes the air<\/p>\n<p>fire siren oracle<\/p>\n<p><em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>She crosswalks the corner<br \/>\ndreams Havana<br \/>\nmuses London<br \/>\nbreathes red poppies<\/p>\n<p>blue sky of her world drips<br \/>\n<em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>blood<\/p>\n<p>breeze blows words<br \/>\n<em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>dead<br \/>\n<em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>shot<em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em><em> \u00a0<\/em>destroyed<\/p>\n<p>She hears<br \/>\n<em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>crying children<br \/>\n<em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>somewhere<em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em><em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>not here<\/p>\n<p>they are her children too<br \/>\nher mothers<em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em><em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>her family<\/p>\n<p>signal lights<br \/>\n<em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>it\u2019s safe to cross<br \/>\nShe crosses<em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em><em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em><em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em><em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em><em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>watches<br \/>\n<em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>the light of the world<br \/>\n<em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>begins<br \/>\n<em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>to flicker<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>\t\t<\/div>\r\n\t\t\t<\/article>\r\n<\/div><div class=\"w-grid-preloader\">\t<div class=\"g-preloader type_1\">\r\n\t\t<div><\/div>\r\n\t<\/div>\r\n\t<\/div>\t<div class=\"w-grid-json hidden\" onclick='return 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.usg_vwrapper_4{width:100%!important;position:absolute!important;top:0!important;right:0!important;z-index:99!important}<\/style><div class=\"w-grid-list\">\t<article class=\"w-grid-item size_1x1 post-573 poem type-poem status-publish hentry\" data-id=\"573\">\r\n\t\t<div class=\"w-grid-item-h\">\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_3 align_none valign_top\" style=\"--vwrapper-gap:0rem\"><div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_1 poem-content poem-english align_none valign_top\"><h2 class=\"w-post-elm post_title usg_post_title_1 entry-title color_link_inherit\">Celia<\/h2><div class=\"w-post-elm post_custom_field usg_post_custom_field_3 type_text subtitle color_link_inherit\"><span class=\"w-post-elm-value\"><\/span><\/div><div class=\"w-post-elm post_content usg_post_content_1\"><p>It\u2019s only on Saturdays<br \/>\nI remember my father\u2019s inn in Kol\u00f3zsv\u00e1r<br \/>\nsmell of wine harvest<br \/>\nhay fields<br \/>\nrain in the woods<\/p>\n<p>New York days go slowly<br \/>\nI bore eight children here<br \/>\ngave my sons names of prophets<br \/>\nmy daughters<br \/>\nnames of flowers and forgotten princesses<\/p>\n<p>Celia, the second-born, married outside<br \/>\nrejected our heritage<br \/>\n(for Leopold and me<br \/>\nshe is more dead<br \/>\nthan the two babies born without life)<\/p>\n<p>On weekdays<br \/>\nI knead the challah of forgetfulness<br \/>\ngrind coffee<br \/>\nslide the iron in a cloud of clean steam<br \/>\nonly on Saturdays<br \/>\nI smell again the laughing pines of Transylvania<br \/>\nhear a blue violin in the gypsy sky<br \/>\nOnly on Saturdays<br \/>\nfor a short moment I see her again<br \/>\nshe arrives<br \/>\na red-haired phantom<br \/>\nsmiling<br \/>\nshe resembles me<br \/>\nskin like pale wheels of onion<br \/>\neyes shining like dark walnuts<br \/>\nI remember my pink blossom child<br \/>\nlost in the Sabbath morning<br \/>\n<span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>I pronounce her celestial name<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_2 poem-content poem-spanish align_none valign_top\"><h2 class=\"w-post-elm post_custom_field usg_post_custom_field_2 type_text spanish_title color_link_inherit\"><span class=\"w-post-elm-value\">Celia<\/span><\/h2><div class=\"w-post-elm post_custom_field usg_post_custom_field_4 type_text spanish_version color_link_inherit\"><p>S\u00f3lo los s\u00e1bados<br \/>\nrecuerdo la posada de mi padre en Kol\u00f3zsv\u00e1r<br \/>\nolor a vendimia<br \/>\na campo de heno<br \/>\nlluvia en el bosque<\/p>\n<p>Los d\u00edas de Nueva York van lentos<br \/>\naqu\u00ed he dado a luz ocho hijos<br \/>\na los varones les di nombres de profetas<br \/>\na las hijas<br \/>\nde flores y princesas olvidadas<\/p>\n<p>Celia, la segunda, se cas\u00f3 fuera<br \/>\nrechaz\u00f3 nuestra herencia<br \/>\n(para Leopoldo y para m\u00ed<br \/>\nest\u00e1 m\u00e1s muerta<br \/>\nque los dos ni\u00f1os que nacieron sin vida)<\/p>\n<p>Los d\u00edas de semana<br \/>\namaso el challah del olvido<br \/>\nmuelo el caf\u00e9<br \/>\ndeslizo la plancha en una nube de vapor limpio<br \/>\ns\u00f3lo los s\u00e1bados<br \/>\nhuelo de nuevo la risa de los pinos en Transilvania<br \/>\noigo el viol\u00edn azul en el cielo gitano<br \/>\nS\u00f3lo los s\u00e1bados<br \/>\npor un momento corto la veo de nuevo<br \/>\nllega<br \/>\nun fantasma pelirrojo<br \/>\nrisue\u00f1o<br \/>\nse parece a m\u00ed<br \/>\ncon su piel como p\u00e1lidas ruedas de cebolla<br \/>\nojos brillando como nueces oscuras<br \/>\nrecuerdo a la ni\u00f1a capullo rosado<br \/>\nperdida en el d\u00eda sabatino<br \/>\n<span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>pronuncio su nombre celestial<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div><div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_4 align_right valign_top\"><a class=\"w-btn us-btn-style_4 usg_btn_2 mobile-to-english\" href=\"#\"><span class=\"w-btn-label\">EN<\/span><\/a><a class=\"w-btn us-btn-style_4 usg_btn_1 mobile-to-spanish\" href=\"#\"><span class=\"w-btn-label\">ES<\/span><\/a><\/div>\t\t<\/div>\r\n\t\t\t<\/article>\r\n\t<article class=\"w-grid-item size_1x1 post-223 poem type-poem status-publish hentry\" data-id=\"223\">\r\n\t\t<div class=\"w-grid-item-h\">\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_3 align_none valign_top\" style=\"--vwrapper-gap:0rem\"><div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_1 poem-content poem-english align_none valign_top\"><h2 class=\"w-post-elm post_title usg_post_title_1 entry-title color_link_inherit\">Color Memory<\/h2><div class=\"w-post-elm post_custom_field usg_post_custom_field_3 type_text subtitle color_link_inherit\"><span class=\"w-post-elm-value\"><\/span><\/div><div class=\"w-post-elm post_content usg_post_content_1\"><p>blue brings you back<br \/>\nif it were red<br \/>\ngreen<em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0<\/em>yellow<br \/>\nI could swallow the tears<br \/>\nblue sea<br \/>\nblue sky<br \/>\nblue blade<br \/>\nblue prince<br \/>\nglobules of mercury rain<br \/>\nin the patio fountain<\/p>\n<p>I can\u2019t find the island of dry color<br \/>\nI need a jacaranda<br \/>\n<em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0<\/em>an active volcano<br \/>\n<em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0<\/em>sun in the corn field<\/p>\n<p>but every morning I awaken to<br \/>\nthe ruthless sky<\/p>\n<p>a rainy day with a sunflower sky<br \/>\nwould do me good<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_2 poem-content poem-spanish align_none valign_top\"><h2 class=\"w-post-elm post_custom_field usg_post_custom_field_2 type_text spanish_title color_link_inherit\"><span class=\"w-post-elm-value\">Color Recuerdo<\/span><\/h2><div class=\"w-post-elm post_custom_field usg_post_custom_field_4 type_text spanish_version color_link_inherit\"><p>el azul te trae<br \/>\nsi fuera el rojo<br \/>\nel verde<em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0<\/em>el amarillo<br \/>\npodr\u00eda tragarme las l\u00e1grimas<br \/>\nazul mar<br \/>\nazul cielo<br \/>\nazul navaja<br \/>\nazul pr\u00edncipe<br \/>\ncaen los gl\u00f3bulos de mercurio<br \/>\nen la fuente del patio<\/p>\n<p>no encuentro la isla de color seco<br \/>\nme hacen falta la jacaranda<br \/>\n<em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0<\/em>un volc\u00e1n activo<br \/>\n<em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0<\/em>el sol en la milpa<\/p>\n<p>pero cada ma\u00f1ana doy con un cielo<br \/>\ndespiadado<\/p>\n<p>el d\u00eda que llueva vendr\u00eda bien<br \/>\nun cielo tornasol<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div><div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_4 align_right valign_top\"><a class=\"w-btn us-btn-style_4 usg_btn_2 mobile-to-english\" href=\"#\"><span class=\"w-btn-label\">EN<\/span><\/a><a class=\"w-btn us-btn-style_4 usg_btn_1 mobile-to-spanish\" href=\"#\"><span class=\"w-btn-label\">ES<\/span><\/a><\/div>\t\t<\/div>\r\n\t\t\t<\/article>\r\n\t<article class=\"w-grid-item size_1x1 post-576 poem type-poem status-publish hentry\" data-id=\"576\">\r\n\t\t<div class=\"w-grid-item-h\">\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_3 align_none valign_top\" style=\"--vwrapper-gap:0rem\"><div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_1 poem-content poem-english align_none valign_top\"><h2 class=\"w-post-elm post_title usg_post_title_1 entry-title color_link_inherit\">Older Brother<\/h2><div class=\"w-post-elm post_custom_field usg_post_custom_field_3 type_text subtitle color_link_inherit\"><span class=\"w-post-elm-value\"><\/span><\/div><div class=\"w-post-elm post_content usg_post_content_1\"><p>you let me follow you<br \/>\nto the beach to battle waves<br \/>\nwhere I dared stick a finger<br \/>\nin the heart of anemones<br \/>\nyou took me to the forest<br \/>\nfor cherries that stained my lips<br \/>\nlike a movie star\u2019s paint<br \/>\nyou taught me to light a match<br \/>\nwith the sole of my shoe<br \/>\nto find the Milky Way<br \/>\nplay chess<\/p>\n<p>to my eight years your ten were a victory<br \/>\nand you Lancelot<\/p>\n<p>I remember the kiss<br \/>\nthat we practiced<br \/>\nto use on the day we fell in love<br \/>\nfor real<br \/>\nwhen we grew up<\/p>\n<p>faithful accomplice<br \/>\nyou are what most resembles me<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_2 poem-content poem-spanish align_none valign_top\"><h2 class=\"w-post-elm post_custom_field usg_post_custom_field_2 type_text spanish_title color_link_inherit\"><span class=\"w-post-elm-value\">Hermano mayor<\/span><\/h2><div class=\"w-post-elm post_custom_field usg_post_custom_field_4 type_text spanish_version color_link_inherit\"><p>me dejabas seguirte<br \/>\na la playa a batallar las olas<br \/>\ndonde me atrev\u00eda a meter el dedo<br \/>\nen el coraz\u00f3n de las an\u00e9monas<br \/>\nme llevabas al bosque<br \/>\npor cerezas que te\u00f1\u00edan mis labios<br \/>\ncomo pintura de actriz<br \/>\nme ense\u00f1aste a encender f\u00f3sforos<br \/>\ncon la suela del zapato<br \/>\na encontrar la v\u00eda l\u00e1ctea<br \/>\na jugar al ajedrez<\/p>\n<p>a mis ocho tus diez a\u00f1os eran una victoria<br \/>\ny t\u00fa Lancelot<\/p>\n<p>recuerdo el beso<br \/>\nque practicamos<br \/>\npara usarlo el d\u00eda que nos enamor\u00e1ramos<br \/>\nya grandes<br \/>\ny de verdad<\/p>\n<p>c\u00f3mplice fiel<br \/>\neres lo que m\u00e1s se parece a m\u00ed<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div><div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_4 align_right valign_top\"><a class=\"w-btn us-btn-style_4 usg_btn_2 mobile-to-english\" href=\"#\"><span class=\"w-btn-label\">EN<\/span><\/a><a class=\"w-btn us-btn-style_4 usg_btn_1 mobile-to-spanish\" href=\"#\"><span class=\"w-btn-label\">ES<\/span><\/a><\/div>\t\t<\/div>\r\n\t\t\t<\/article>\r\n\t<article class=\"w-grid-item size_1x1 post-577 poem type-poem status-publish hentry\" data-id=\"577\">\r\n\t\t<div class=\"w-grid-item-h\">\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_3 align_none valign_top\" style=\"--vwrapper-gap:0rem\"><div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_1 poem-content poem-english align_none valign_top\"><h2 class=\"w-post-elm post_title usg_post_title_1 entry-title color_link_inherit\">Red Huipil, Blouse of Dreams<\/h2><div class=\"w-post-elm post_custom_field usg_post_custom_field_3 type_text subtitle color_link_inherit\"><span class=\"w-post-elm-value\"><\/span><\/div><div class=\"w-post-elm post_content usg_post_content_1\"><p>made by butterfly or woman<br \/>\nor did you weave yourself?<\/p>\n<p>huipil<br \/>\nAna Mar\u00eda dreamed you<\/p>\n<p>or perhaps you dreamed Ana Mar\u00eda<\/p>\n<p>from spiderweb<br \/>\nquetzal feathers<br \/>\nwith eyes of the moon<br \/>\niguana fingers<\/p>\n<p>or were you born complete<br \/>\nfrom Mother Earth\u2019s navel?<\/p>\n<p>huipil<br \/>\nthe artisan gave you to the light<br \/>\ncochineal hibiscus<br \/>\npomegranate heart<br \/>\nblood of Mayas<\/p>\n<p>red-hued huipilito<br \/>\nmoon, firefly<br \/>\nred-hued huipil<br \/>\nyou sing the red rose<br \/>\ncry red-stained tears<br \/>\nsweat carmine dust<\/p>\n<p>conquistadora<br \/>\nhuipil<br \/>\nyou conquer life<br \/>\ndeath<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_2 poem-content poem-spanish align_none valign_top\"><h2 class=\"w-post-elm post_custom_field usg_post_custom_field_2 type_text spanish_title color_link_inherit\"><span class=\"w-post-elm-value\">Huipil rojo, blusa de sue\u0148os<\/span><\/h2><div class=\"w-post-elm post_custom_field usg_post_custom_field_4 type_text spanish_version color_link_inherit\"><p>hecho por mariposa o mujer<br \/>\n\u00bfo te tejiste solo?<\/p>\n<p>huipil<br \/>\nte so\u00f1\u00f3 Ana Mar\u00eda<\/p>\n<p>o tal vez so\u00f1aste t\u00fa a Ana Mar\u00eda<br \/>\nde telara\u00f1a<br \/>\nplumas de quetzal<br \/>\ncon ojos de luna<br \/>\ndedos de iguana<\/p>\n<p>o del ombligo de la madre tierra<br \/>\nnaciste entero<\/p>\n<p>huipil<br \/>\nla artesana te dio a luz<br \/>\ncochinilla jamaica<br \/>\ncoraz\u00f3n de granada<br \/>\nsangre de los mayas<\/p>\n<p>huipilito colorado<br \/>\nluna, luci\u00e9rnaga<br \/>\nhuipil colorado<br \/>\ncantas la rosa roja<br \/>\nlloras l\u00e1grimas te\u00f1idas de rojo<br \/>\nsudas polvo carm\u00edn<\/p>\n<p>conquistadora<br \/>\nhuipil<br \/>\nvences la vida<br \/>\nla muerte<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div><div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_4 align_right valign_top\"><a class=\"w-btn us-btn-style_4 usg_btn_2 mobile-to-english\" href=\"#\"><span class=\"w-btn-label\">EN<\/span><\/a><a class=\"w-btn us-btn-style_4 usg_btn_1 mobile-to-spanish\" href=\"#\"><span class=\"w-btn-label\">ES<\/span><\/a><\/div>\t\t<\/div>\r\n\t\t\t<\/article>\r\n\t<article class=\"w-grid-item size_1x1 post-578 poem type-poem status-publish hentry\" data-id=\"578\">\r\n\t\t<div class=\"w-grid-item-h\">\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_3 align_none valign_top\" style=\"--vwrapper-gap:0rem\"><div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_1 poem-content poem-english align_none valign_top\"><h2 class=\"w-post-elm post_title usg_post_title_1 entry-title color_link_inherit\">Digna<\/h2><div class=\"w-post-elm post_custom_field usg_post_custom_field_3 type_text subtitle color_link_inherit\"><span class=\"w-post-elm-value\"><\/span><\/div><div class=\"w-post-elm post_content usg_post_content_1\"><p style=\"font-size: 90%; opacity: .7; padding-left: 3rem;\">Digna Ochoa y Pl\u00e1cido<br \/>\n<em>5\/15\/1963 &#8211; 10\/19\/2001<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"font-size: 90%; opacity: .7; padding-left: 3rem;\"><em>human rights attorney murdered<\/em><br \/>\n<em>in her office in M\u00e9xico, D .F., October 19, 2001<\/em><\/p>\n<p>they named you Digna<\/p>\n<p>I remember the day when I met you<br \/>\nin el Norte<br \/>\nyou brought your world<br \/>\nof dangers shared<br \/>\ndeath threats<br \/>\nto my tranquil town on the coast<\/p>\n<p>I envied the truth in your eyes<\/p>\n<p>you lie in Misantla, Veracruz<br \/>\nyou carry away your secrets, your dreams<br \/>\na victim like those you protected<br \/>\nstudents, guerrilleros, defenders of human rights<\/p>\n<p>precious daughter of Misantla<br \/>\nyou needed more years<\/p>\n<p>in the obscure days<br \/>\nof the defense of your final hours<br \/>\nI pray you inspire us with your light<br \/>\nilluminate suspicions<br \/>\ngive us faith<br \/>\nmay human justice<br \/>\nbe reborn<br \/>\nand may we be<br \/>\nworthy<br \/>\nof your memory<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_2 poem-content poem-spanish align_none valign_top\"><h2 class=\"w-post-elm post_custom_field usg_post_custom_field_2 type_text spanish_title color_link_inherit\"><span class=\"w-post-elm-value\">Digna<\/span><\/h2><div class=\"w-post-elm post_custom_field usg_post_custom_field_4 type_text spanish_version color_link_inherit\"><p style=\"font-size: 90%; opacity: .7; padding-left: 3rem;\">Digna Ochoa y Pl\u00e1cido<br \/>\n<em>15\/05\/1963 a 19\/10\/2001<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"font-size: 90%; opacity: 0.7; text-align: left; padding-left: 3rem;\"><em>abogada de derechos humanos asesinada en su oficina<\/em><br \/>\n<em>en M\u00e9xico, D. F., el 19 de octubre de 2001<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Digna, as\u00ed te nombraron<\/p>\n<p>recuerdo el d\u00eda que te conoc\u00ed<br \/>\nal Norte<br \/>\na mi tranquila ciudad coste\u00f1a<br \/>\ntrajiste tu mundo<br \/>\nde peligro compartido<br \/>\namenaza de muerte<\/p>\n<p>envidiaba la verdad en tus ojos<br \/>\nyaces en Misantla,Veracruz,<br \/>\nte llevas los secretos, los sue\u00f1os<br \/>\nv\u00edctima como los que amparabas<br \/>\nestudiantes, guerrilleros, defensores de derechos<\/p>\n<p>hija preciosa de Misantla<br \/>\nnecesitaste m\u00e1s a\u00f1os<\/p>\n<p>en los d\u00edas oscuros<br \/>\nde la defensa<br \/>\nde tus \u00faltimas horas<br \/>\nte pido nos inspires con tu luz<br \/>\nilumina las sospechas<br \/>\ndanos fe<br \/>\npara que renazca<br \/>\nla justicia humana<br \/>\ny seamos dignos<br \/>\nde tu memoria<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div><div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_4 align_right valign_top\"><a class=\"w-btn us-btn-style_4 usg_btn_2 mobile-to-english\" href=\"#\"><span class=\"w-btn-label\">EN<\/span><\/a><a class=\"w-btn us-btn-style_4 usg_btn_1 mobile-to-spanish\" href=\"#\"><span class=\"w-btn-label\">ES<\/span><\/a><\/div>\t\t<\/div>\r\n\t\t\t<\/article>\r\n\t<article class=\"w-grid-item size_1x1 post-580 poem type-poem status-publish hentry\" data-id=\"580\">\r\n\t\t<div class=\"w-grid-item-h\">\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_3 align_none valign_top\" style=\"--vwrapper-gap:0rem\"><div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_1 poem-content poem-english align_none valign_top\"><h2 class=\"w-post-elm post_title usg_post_title_1 entry-title color_link_inherit\">Park Scribe<\/h2><div class=\"w-post-elm post_custom_field usg_post_custom_field_3 type_text subtitle color_link_inherit\"><span class=\"w-post-elm-value\"><\/span><\/div><div class=\"w-post-elm post_content usg_post_content_1\"><p><em>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 <\/em>I sit in the poplar-lined plaza with my typewriter<br \/>\n<em>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 <\/em>so the townsfolk can dictate their letters to me.<\/p>\n<p>Ladies and Gentlemen, I offer my literary knowledge<br \/>\nfor all types of correspondence,<br \/>\nfor you to communicate with your loved ones, your boss,<br \/>\nyour sweetheart,<br \/>\nyour rival, the governor, your union.<br \/>\nMy specialty is love letters.<\/p>\n<p>Let Florencio come<br \/>\nhe of the unrequited love.<br \/>\nwith my rosy words hard Amalia will be convinced.<br \/>\nLet old Ana request a tender letter<br \/>\nfor the grandson in jail in the San Joaquin Valley.<br \/>\nI\u2019ll thank him for the money order<br \/>\n<em>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Yes, I bought herbs and got a massage.<\/em><br \/>\n<em>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Remember, my son, God may squeeze you, but he won\u2019t hang you.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I\u2019ll fix Rosa Mar\u00eda\u2019s spelling<br \/>\nI\u2019ll write her boss in Chicago:<br \/>\n<em>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 I gave birth to a healthy, fat baby; we call him Salvador.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>For Emiio, something special:<br \/>\nI shall compose complements like pearls for the actress<br \/>\n<em>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 (She looks like an angel fallen from her star),<\/em><br \/>\n<em>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 signed your respectful admirer, Emilio.<\/em><br \/>\nI\u2019ll write to Carlos<br \/>\nfrom his true wife in the eyes of God:<br \/>\n<em>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Do not forget me up there in Nogales,<\/em><br \/>\n<em>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 come back for me as soon as you\u2019ve raised the money,<\/em><br \/>\n<em>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 there is no battle worse than the one you don\u2019t fight.<\/em><br \/>\nI\u2019ll write Miguel Angel<br \/>\nthat there is no point sending money for the trip;<br \/>\n<em>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 My dear little mother died and there is no one to care for the baby.<\/em><br \/>\n<em>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 signed sadly yours, Lupita.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Later the mist will vanish from the park and<br \/>\nAt the morning\u2019s close I will put my typewriter in its old case.<br \/>\nThe ballad will be over.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_2 poem-content poem-spanish align_none valign_top\"><h2 class=\"w-post-elm post_custom_field usg_post_custom_field_2 type_text spanish_title color_link_inherit\"><span class=\"w-post-elm-value\">Soy escribano<\/span><\/h2><div class=\"w-post-elm post_custom_field usg_post_custom_field_4 type_text spanish_version color_link_inherit\"><p><em>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 <\/em>Me siento en la alameda con la m\u00e1quina de escribir<br \/>\n<em>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 <\/em>para que me dicte sus cartas la gente del pueblo.<\/p>\n<p>Damas y caballeros, les ofrezco mis conocimientos literarios<br \/>\npara toda clase de correspondencia,<br \/>\npara que se comuniquen con sus seres queridos, con los patrones,<br \/>\ncon el novio o la novia,<br \/>\ncon su rival, con el gobierno del estado, con el sindicato.<br \/>\nMi especialidad son las cartas de amor.<\/p>\n<p>Que venga Florentino<br \/>\n\u00e9l del amor no correspondido.<br \/>\nLe dir\u00e9 rosadas palabras; la dura Amalia se convencer\u00e1.<br \/>\nQue la vieja Ana me pida una carta tierna<br \/>\npara el nieto encarcelado en el Valle de San Joaqu\u00edn.<br \/>\nAgradecer\u00e9 el giro de su parte.<br \/>\n<em>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 S\u00ed, hijo, me compr\u00e9 las hierbas y me di una sobada.<\/em><br \/>\n<em>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Recuerda, Diosito aprieta pero no ahorca.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>A Rosa Mar\u00eda le arreglo la ortograf\u00eda.<br \/>\nLe escribir\u00e9 a la patrona en Chicago:<br \/>\n<em>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Ya di a luz a mi hijo sano y gordo, le llamamos Salvador.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Para Emilio, algo especial:<br \/>\nle compongo piropos de perlas a la gran actriz<br \/>\n<em>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 (Parece \u00e1ngel ca\u00eddo de su estrella),<\/em><br \/>\n<em>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 firma su admirador que tanto la respeta, Emilio.<\/em><br \/>\nLe escribo a Carlos<br \/>\nde parte de su esposa verdadera ante los ojos de Dios:<br \/>\n<em>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Que no me vayas a olvidar por all\u00e1 en Nogales,<\/em><br \/>\n<em>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 que vuelvas por m\u00ed en cuanto hayas juntado el dinero,<\/em><br \/>\n<em>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 sabes bien que no hay peor lucha que la que no se hace.<\/em><br \/>\nLe escribir\u00e9 a Miguel Angel<br \/>\nque no tiene caso ya que me mande el dinero para el pasaje<br \/>\n<em>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Se muri\u00f3 mi madrecita y no hay quien cuide a la ni\u00f1a<\/em><br \/>\n<em>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 firma la triste Lupita.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Luego se esfumar\u00e1 la neblina del parque.<br \/>\nGuardar\u00e9 mi maquinita en su viejo estuche.<br \/>\nSe acabar\u00e1 el corrido.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div><div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_4 align_right valign_top\"><a class=\"w-btn us-btn-style_4 usg_btn_2 mobile-to-english\" href=\"#\"><span class=\"w-btn-label\">EN<\/span><\/a><a class=\"w-btn us-btn-style_4 usg_btn_1 mobile-to-spanish\" href=\"#\"><span class=\"w-btn-label\">ES<\/span><\/a><\/div>\t\t<\/div>\r\n\t\t\t<\/article>\r\n\t<article class=\"w-grid-item size_1x1 post-582 poem type-poem status-publish hentry\" data-id=\"582\">\r\n\t\t<div class=\"w-grid-item-h\">\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_3 align_none valign_top\" style=\"--vwrapper-gap:0rem\"><div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_1 poem-content poem-english align_none valign_top\"><h2 class=\"w-post-elm post_title usg_post_title_1 entry-title color_link_inherit\">Embroidery<\/h2><div class=\"w-post-elm post_custom_field usg_post_custom_field_3 type_text subtitle color_link_inherit\"><span class=\"w-post-elm-value\"><\/span><\/div><div class=\"w-post-elm post_content usg_post_content_1\"><p>She had always needed guidance<br \/>\na secret code<br \/>\nfriend to show the way<br \/>\npattern to follow<\/p>\n<p>Alone she tackled the pile of floss<br \/>\nrecited a prayer for every color<br \/>\ndetangled\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0weeded out strays<br \/>\ndisengaged red from coral<\/p>\n<p>Paused at the blues<br \/>\nsky\u00a0 \u00a0 rain\u00a0 \u00a0lakes<br \/>\ndamp tears<\/p>\n<p>Colors twisted in tote bags<br \/>\nstored memories<br \/>\ntapestry of mother<br \/>\nfather\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0daughters\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0old friends<br \/>\nstrangers far away<br \/>\ncross stitch\u00a0 \u00a0 chain stitch\u00a0 \u00a0 French knot<br \/>\nsequins\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 seed pearls<br \/>\nbits of lace<\/p>\n<p>cotton\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 silk\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 wool<br \/>\nShe stitched her rosary<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_2 poem-content poem-spanish align_none valign_top\"><h2 class=\"w-post-elm post_title usg_post_title_2 entry-title color_link_inherit\">Embroidery<\/h2><div class=\"w-post-elm post_custom_field usg_post_custom_field_5 type_text subtitle color_link_inherit\"><span class=\"w-post-elm-value\"><\/span><\/div><div class=\"w-post-elm post_content usg_post_content_2\"><p>She had always needed guidance<br \/>\na secret code<br \/>\nfriend to show the way<br \/>\npattern to follow<\/p>\n<p>Alone she tackled the pile of floss<br \/>\nrecited a prayer for every color<br \/>\ndetangled\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0weeded out strays<br \/>\ndisengaged red from coral<\/p>\n<p>Paused at the blues<br \/>\nsky\u00a0 \u00a0 rain\u00a0 \u00a0lakes<br \/>\ndamp tears<\/p>\n<p>Colors twisted in tote bags<br \/>\nstored memories<br \/>\ntapestry of mother<br \/>\nfather\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0daughters\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0old friends<br \/>\nstrangers far away<br \/>\ncross stitch\u00a0 \u00a0 chain stitch\u00a0 \u00a0 French knot<br \/>\nsequins\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 seed pearls<br \/>\nbits of lace<\/p>\n<p>cotton\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 silk\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 wool<br \/>\nShe stitched her rosary<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div><div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_4 align_right valign_top\"><\/div>\t\t<\/div>\r\n\t\t\t<\/article>\r\n\t<article class=\"w-grid-item size_1x1 post-583 poem type-poem status-publish hentry\" data-id=\"583\">\r\n\t\t<div class=\"w-grid-item-h\">\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_3 align_none valign_top\" style=\"--vwrapper-gap:0rem\"><div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_1 poem-content poem-english align_none valign_top\"><h2 class=\"w-post-elm post_title usg_post_title_1 entry-title color_link_inherit\">Offering<\/h2><div class=\"w-post-elm post_custom_field usg_post_custom_field_3 type_text subtitle color_link_inherit\"><span class=\"w-post-elm-value\">for my mother<\/span><\/div><div class=\"w-post-elm post_content usg_post_content_1\"><p>when it doesn\u2019t rain<br \/>\nand the day has dried a little<br \/>\nyou go out to work in the garden<br \/>\nat eighty-nine<br \/>\nyou like to feel the wet earth<br \/>\nprune branches<br \/>\ndo some weeding<\/p>\n<p>like spring in California<br \/>\nyou give more than you expect<br \/>\nshine with little-girl surprises<\/p>\n<p>you come inside<br \/>\nwith a bouquet for me<br \/>\nhyacinths<br \/>\ncalla lilies<br \/>\nroses<\/p>\n<p>a bromeliad breathes blue kitchen air<br \/>\nyou serve me milk tea<br \/>\nlisten to my stories<br \/>\ntell me yours<br \/>\nwith the joy of purple irises<br \/>\nthat multiply from happiness<\/p>\n<p>my refuge<br \/>\nI watch you change with the seasons<\/p>\n<p>beside the fire in the living room<br \/>\ndream new colors<br \/>\npansies<br \/>\ndaisies<br \/>\ngeraniums to plant<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_2 poem-content poem-spanish align_none valign_top\"><h2 class=\"w-post-elm post_custom_field usg_post_custom_field_2 type_text spanish_title color_link_inherit\"><span class=\"w-post-elm-value\">Ofrenda<\/span><\/h2><div class=\"w-post-elm post_custom_field usg_post_custom_field_1 type_text spanish_subtitle color_link_inherit\"><span class=\"w-post-elm-value\">para mi madre<\/span><\/div><div class=\"w-post-elm post_custom_field usg_post_custom_field_4 type_text spanish_version color_link_inherit\"><p>cuando no llueve<br \/>\ny el d\u00eda se ha secado un poco<br \/>\nsales a cultivar el jard\u00edn<br \/>\na tus ochenta y nueve<br \/>\nte alegra sentir la tierra h\u00fameda<br \/>\npodar las ramas<br \/>\nquitar hierbas<\/p>\n<p>como la primavera de California<br \/>\ndas m\u00e1s de lo que esperas<br \/>\nresplandeces con tus sorpresas de ni\u00f1a<\/p>\n<p>entras con un ramillete para m\u00ed<br \/>\njacintos<br \/>\nalcatraces<br \/>\nrosas<\/p>\n<p>un bromelio respira el aire de cocina azul<br \/>\nme sirves t\u00e9 con leche<br \/>\nescuchas mis historias<br \/>\ncuentas las tuyas<br \/>\ncon el j\u00fabilo de los lirios morados<br \/>\nque se multiplican por gusto<\/p>\n<p>mi refugio<br \/>\nte miro cambiar con las estaciones<\/p>\n<p>junto al fuego del sal\u00f3n<br \/>\nsue\u00f1as con colores nuevos<br \/>\nsolitarias<br \/>\nmargaritas<br \/>\ngeranios por plantar<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div><div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_4 align_right valign_top\"><a class=\"w-btn us-btn-style_4 usg_btn_2 mobile-to-english\" href=\"#\"><span class=\"w-btn-label\">EN<\/span><\/a><a class=\"w-btn us-btn-style_4 usg_btn_1 mobile-to-spanish\" href=\"#\"><span class=\"w-btn-label\">ES<\/span><\/a><\/div>\t\t<\/div>\r\n\t\t\t<\/article>\r\n\t<article class=\"w-grid-item size_1x1 post-592 poem type-poem status-publish hentry\" data-id=\"592\">\r\n\t\t<div class=\"w-grid-item-h\">\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_3 align_none valign_top\" style=\"--vwrapper-gap:0rem\"><div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_1 poem-content poem-english align_none valign_top\"><h2 class=\"w-post-elm post_title usg_post_title_1 entry-title color_link_inherit\">La Maestra: Teaching a Covid Dream<\/h2><div class=\"w-post-elm post_custom_field usg_post_custom_field_3 type_text subtitle color_link_inherit\"><span class=\"w-post-elm-value\"><\/span><\/div><div class=\"w-post-elm post_content usg_post_content_1\"><p>She teaches Spanish because she loves<br \/>\nthe sounds of <em>erre, jota<\/em>, and the way you say<br \/>\n<em>que ser\u00e1 ser\u00e1<\/em> and really mean it<br \/>\n<span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><em>le encanta el espa\u00f1ol<\/em><br \/>\nshe helps kids travel with thoughts<br \/>\nnew sounds<br \/>\nto hear how we humans come in variations<br \/>\neach with an accent<br \/>\n<span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>like her grandparents<br \/>\n<span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>whose savory words<br \/>\n<span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>still season her dreams<\/p>\n<p>But now in Corona virus days<br \/>\nher students sit in boxes on a screen<br \/>\nquarantined faces in a room with a tired bed<br \/>\nfrowning window, lonely lamp<\/p>\n<p><span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>children adrift<br \/>\n<span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>flotsam-jetsam hitting the shore<br \/>\n<span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><em>en un mar<\/em><br \/>\n<span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><em>de hola \u00bfqu\u00e9 tal? hace fr\u00edo \u00bfqu\u00e9 pasa?<\/em><br \/>\n<span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>she is a search-and-rescue squad<br \/>\n<span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><em>Ni\u00f1os que flotan<\/em><\/p>\n<p>And, at the same time, she teaches ni\u00f1os aqu\u00ed<br \/>\nsix feet away, in her classroom<br \/>\ngasping words through a mask<\/p>\n<p>And when she remembers the students in boxes<br \/>\n<span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>she checks and hears her words<br \/>\n<span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>zoom away into the ocean blue<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_2 poem-content poem-spanish align_none valign_top\"><h2 class=\"w-post-elm post_title usg_post_title_2 entry-title color_link_inherit\">La Maestra: Teaching a Covid Dream<\/h2><div class=\"w-post-elm post_custom_field usg_post_custom_field_5 type_text subtitle color_link_inherit\"><span class=\"w-post-elm-value\"><\/span><\/div><div class=\"w-post-elm post_content usg_post_content_2\"><p>She teaches Spanish because she loves<br \/>\nthe sounds of <em>erre, jota<\/em>, and the way you say<br \/>\n<em>que ser\u00e1 ser\u00e1<\/em> and really mean it<br \/>\n<span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><em>le encanta el espa\u00f1ol<\/em><br \/>\nshe helps kids travel with thoughts<br \/>\nnew sounds<br \/>\nto hear how we humans come in variations<br \/>\neach with an accent<br \/>\n<span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>like her grandparents<br \/>\n<span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>whose savory words<br \/>\n<span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>still season her dreams<\/p>\n<p>But now in Corona virus days<br \/>\nher students sit in boxes on a screen<br \/>\nquarantined faces in a room with a tired bed<br \/>\nfrowning window, lonely lamp<\/p>\n<p><span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>children adrift<br \/>\n<span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>flotsam-jetsam hitting the shore<br \/>\n<span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><em>en un mar<\/em><br \/>\n<span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><em>de hola \u00bfqu\u00e9 tal? hace fr\u00edo \u00bfqu\u00e9 pasa?<\/em><br \/>\n<span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>she is a search-and-rescue squad<br \/>\n<span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><em>Ni\u00f1os que flotan<\/em><\/p>\n<p>And, at the same time, she teaches ni\u00f1os aqu\u00ed<br \/>\nsix feet away, in her classroom<br \/>\ngasping words through a mask<\/p>\n<p>And when she remembers the students in boxes<br \/>\n<span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>she checks and hears her words<br \/>\n<span>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>zoom away into the ocean blue<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div><div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_4 align_right valign_top\"><\/div>\t\t<\/div>\r\n\t\t\t<\/article>\r\n\t<article class=\"w-grid-item size_1x1 post-594 poem type-poem status-publish hentry\" data-id=\"594\">\r\n\t\t<div class=\"w-grid-item-h\">\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_3 align_none valign_top\" style=\"--vwrapper-gap:0rem\"><div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_1 poem-content poem-english align_none valign_top\"><h2 class=\"w-post-elm post_title usg_post_title_1 entry-title color_link_inherit\">Getting Across<\/h2><div class=\"w-post-elm post_custom_field usg_post_custom_field_3 type_text subtitle color_link_inherit\"><span class=\"w-post-elm-value\">for her grandchildren<\/span><\/div><div class=\"w-post-elm post_content usg_post_content_1\"><p><em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>She parks the old Volvo<br \/>\nstops<em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>looks<em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>listens<br \/>\napple blossoms<br \/>\nnews of war<br \/>\nguns<br \/>\n<em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>nail salon polishes the air<\/p>\n<p>fire siren oracle<\/p>\n<p><em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>She crosswalks the corner<br \/>\ndreams Havana<br \/>\nmuses London<br \/>\nbreathes red poppies<\/p>\n<p>blue sky of her world drips<br \/>\n<em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>blood<\/p>\n<p>breeze blows words<br \/>\n<em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>dead<br \/>\n<em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>shot<em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em><em> \u00a0<\/em>destroyed<\/p>\n<p>She hears<br \/>\n<em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>crying children<br \/>\n<em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>somewhere<em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em><em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>not here<\/p>\n<p>they are her children too<br \/>\nher mothers<em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em><em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>her family<\/p>\n<p>signal lights<br \/>\n<em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>it\u2019s safe to cross<br \/>\nShe crosses<em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em><em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em><em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em><em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em><em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>watches<br \/>\n<em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>the light of the world<br \/>\n<em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>begins<br \/>\n<em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>to flicker<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><div class=\"w-vwrapper usg_vwrapper_2 poem-content poem-spanish align_none valign_top\"><h2 class=\"w-post-elm post_title usg_post_title_2 entry-title color_link_inherit\">Getting Across<\/h2><div class=\"w-post-elm post_custom_field usg_post_custom_field_5 type_text subtitle color_link_inherit\"><span class=\"w-post-elm-value\">for her grandchildren<\/span><\/div><div class=\"w-post-elm post_content usg_post_content_2\"><p><em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>She parks the old Volvo<br \/>\nstops<em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>looks<em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>listens<br \/>\napple blossoms<br \/>\nnews of war<br \/>\nguns<br \/>\n<em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>nail salon polishes the air<\/p>\n<p>fire siren oracle<\/p>\n<p><em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>She crosswalks the corner<br \/>\ndreams Havana<br \/>\nmuses London<br \/>\nbreathes red poppies<\/p>\n<p>blue sky of her world drips<br \/>\n<em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>blood<\/p>\n<p>breeze blows words<br \/>\n<em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>dead<br \/>\n<em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>shot<em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em><em> \u00a0<\/em>destroyed<\/p>\n<p>She hears<br \/>\n<em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>crying children<br \/>\n<em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>somewhere<em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em><em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>not 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