Daybreak. The horizon
half-opens its lashes
and begins to see. What? Names.
They are over the patina
of things. The rose
today is still called a rose,
and the memory
of its passing, haste,
a haste to live longer.
May we be lifted to an enduring love
by this unripe power
of the Moment, so nimble
that on reaching its goal
it runs to impose Afterwards!
On guard! On guard! On guard!
I will be! I will be!
But the roses, Fast-closed
lashes: ultimate
horizon.Perhaps nothing?
But the names remain.
Mga Ngaran (dinakitaramon ni Jan Kevin de Quiroz)
Saldang. An sirangan
minumuklat an saiyang pirok
asin nakakahiling. Nin ano? Mga ngaran.
Sinda nangingibabaw sa takla
nin mga bagay.An rosas
ngunyan inaapod na rosas
asin an agui-agui
nin saiyang kawaran, paghidali,
an paghidali sa buhay na daeng sagkod.
Mawot ta na mabuhay sa nagdadanay na pagkamoot
kaining hilaw na kapangyarihan
nin Momento, marabas
na sa pag-abot sa padumanan
ini madalagan para mag-impunir Taod-taod!
Alerto! Alerto! Alerto!
Ako magigin! Ako magigin!
Pero an mga rosas? Nakapiyong
na pirok: ultimong
sulnupan. Tibaad mayo?
Pero nagdadanay an mga ngaran.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
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