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NUMBER TEN - SPRING 2009 |
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Selected Poems THE DOOMSDAY STORE THE PLAN OF A KISS [THAT SUMMER I LIVED IN DARKNESS] BREAKFAST EGGS & BEER MATERIAL FABRICATIONS OF THE WOOLY BULLY BOY KING * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * |
Hallucination Of A Hand, Or Posthumous, Absurd Hope
A woman drew near to me, and in her eyes I saw all of my ruined loves, and it amazed me that someone could still love this cadaver, someone like that woman whose whispered murmurs repeated in the night the echo of all my devastated loves, and it amazed me yet more that someone would stubbornly lick the scabs of that substance that once was gold, and which time has in no way purified. And I looked upon her incredulously like one in the desert who looks unbelieving upon the horrific suspicion of water. I loved her without even daring to believe it. And so I offered her my naked brain, as obscene as a toad, as obscene as life, like a completely useless peace, urging her day after day to touch it sweetly with her tongue, repeating in that manner a ceremony, whose one and only meaning is the sacredness of forgetting its meaning Leopoldo María Panero |
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