Hold pen, do not write "love."
Do not write "beauty" which is
To insult her name.
Be still and quiet, word-locked clichés,
And bow before she who
Would not be described.
Away all these liars:
"Graceful" and "Lovely,"
And "smile like the sun" or "cheek like the rose."
These all lie in soft repose,
Not even dreaming of transcribing
The wonder of Esmeraldas.
And her name stands alone,
Untouched and unshaken by trifling metaphors .
She outshines all names, all names but one:
Esmeraldas, Esmeraldas, mi esperanza, mi amor.
Bolivar and San Martin: Guayaquil, Ecuador
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
1 comment:
I try to write about it anyway, but I never catch it and end up with nonsense. But at least I am not a cliche. I liked this.
Post a Comment