The spirit surges among branches.
The nervous laughter of blackbirds
traces a dagger over the day's flesh.
To an assembly of birds on a wire,
plums below fill with their dark milk
and the shadow of a small cloud sizzles.
Two stars still burn:
eyes about to go out:
Another blind day.
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Another powerful and emotive piece that have the last three lines wrapping it up quite perfectly. I don't have much else to say but that. I like the imagery and the metaphorical sense about it .. another great piece that Trejo has written here.
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Again the imagery is outstanding. I love his ability to bring images into sharp focus with brightly colored metaphors.
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i too thought that the imagery was great.it showed so much in a short form.i did get this latin feel to it and not being familiar with this poet,i think a version of this in spanish would flow very well.
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Wow, the imagery here is fantastic. This was a good poem, he used the imagery really effectively esp at the start of the poem.
Pozo
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wow.. i love this. the imagery and.. just everything.
i'd love to read it in the original spanish form, too, though. (unless he wrote straight into english?)
~taori
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