Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Diverticulitis And Pain In Legs

Oh, poetry, take me .....


Carl BouMansour
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• Dear friends, in previous posts I told you would recovering more poems of Abigael Bohorquez Sonoran writer.
• This time it's a poem that sings the poetry itself, the inspiration, the need to feel under the fingertips that order again teaches us the spirit when you need to express themselves.
• The poet pleads, begs and pleads so vehement that poetry put him to walk again.
• With an exquisite vocabulary and multiple variations thereof linguistic nuances Bohórquez heterogeneous enriches us and especially excited when we immerse us completely in his inspired universe.




Andrew Malinowski
• Poetry desembárcame,
• Give me grounded and Lenamar;
• candle as blood, kindle,
• you know your voice.
• Poetry horádame,
• Anchor me, balsamízame,
• Submerge in liquid light, slow
• this cup of wine;
• rescue me, tremólame,
• I have hungered for your spear in my side.
• The Transfiguration, poetry.
• Inúndame,
• make my bones shake;
• do not delay, storm,
• hit, opens gates
• tirelessly to vertigo,
• my childhood love, poetry,
• must give the song,
• the need, poetry,
• pertúrbame, combáteme,
• look at my heart, turn it on fire, collapse lover
• Deste knead trill
• no time to lose,
• the place is this, the heart, oh, thirst;
• desuéllame, poetry,
• strikes the blow that you must open the spout,
• quebrántame;
• and in the flesh admonitory,
• meat to give, give me that child, that child
• mocked and licking sweet
• your hands.
• Oh, poetry, take me,
• desgástame, desquíciame,
• appropriate
• where you are, sort, and put me
• walking. --------------


• Exordium • (Desert more, 1980)



• Abigael Bohorquez


Sir Edward John Poynter

John William Waterhouse



Jean Jacques Henner


Walter Crane


Dariusz Branski

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