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This blog ran for more than two years with no graphics--and it received about 50 page views. I was advised to add graphics; after seeing the huge public that followed blogs dedicated to homoerotic images, I decided to use that kind. The result was a dramatically increased number of monthly page views, and the number has remained fairly steady. Most of the images were found on the internet; although they are assumed to be in the public domain, they are identified as far as possible. They are exhibited under the "Fair Use" protections of United States copyright law: their function is simply to attract readers to the poems--I receive no economic benefit from them or from the blog. Nevertheless, they will be removed if they are copyrighted and the owner so desires.

Monday, August 1, 2016

EN LA PLAYA DE LA VIRGEN


Saliste de la malla chispeante
de la ondulante marejada
tal como un dios desnudo;
el arco doble de tu pecho
se tallaba de sol y sombra. 

Tus piernas rompían el agua;
los prismas rutilantes
corrían por tus muslos;
tus dedos despedían
centellas de diamante. 

Serpientes embelesadas
de espuma te perseguían
hasta donde me encontraba
esperándote en la orilla.
Ellas silbaban tu nombre
cual locas enamoradas;
sus lenguas de amargo almíbar
me salpicaron la cara. 

Desde las piedras torcidas
y rotas de de la bahía,
la santa imagen tendía
sus brazos hacia mí,  

¡Santa Virgen de las rocas!
¡Virgen Santa del rocío! 

con las manos devoradas
por los vientos y las olas,
y la vestidura rota
por el salitre incrustada . . .

Friday, July 15, 2016

LA FRANCE C'EST NOUS, NOUS SOMMES LA FRANCE



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Thursday, May 26, 2016

A SORT OF CONSOLATION

Slim and smooth as a teen-aged boy,
With hands and lips willful and deft,
He led me around like a toy
Duck on a string . . . until he left,
Taking a great piece of my heart
A double defection and theft.
So I was left with my    art.




























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Friday, May 6, 2016

TO THE MASTER: WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS



After the heat of struggle comes the cold:
Like you, I must resist, now, growing old.
Never without foes, often unsure of a friend,
Unlucky in love like you till near the end,
Passionately I take the strength you give,
And wonder whether my words, like yours, will live.
True Irish to the marrow, you took old age
Dreaming and fighting.  And, tempering your rage
In the blood, bone and sinew of your verse,
Defied both defeat and triumph.  One could do worse.

https://cantshutupabout.wordpress.com/2014/04/07/poem-of-the-day-project-he-wishes-for-the-cloths-of-heaven-by-w-b-yeats/

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