Ivory Black [not to speak]
Not to speak
To see and to translate into moans It's not pain
To moan from birth
Only the eye and a conquering of the tongue
(that you wanted to say that for the "slit"?)
To return toward hearing (to touch oneself) via the
heart is heard slowly
Is guarded like a black poem as if it were an eye
who might rain
— Myriam Moscona
This continues the conversation taking place at washed stones. to return toward hearing (to touch oneself) ... and the moans of life, feeling the moans of all things, to see and to hear this is what I am after.
ReplyDeleteYes, Ruth. Me, too.
ReplyDeleteOh, and yes, those are your tomatillos! :)
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