Tuesday, September 29, 2009

1.

Dear City,
Conchitina Cruz

Permit us to refresh your memory: what comes from heaven is always a blessing, the enemy is not the rain. Rain is the subject of prayer, the kind gesture of saints. Dear City, explain your irreverence: in you, rain is a visitor with nowhere to go. Where is the ground that knows only the love of water? Where are the passageways to your heart? Pity the water that stays and rises on the streets, pity the water that floods into houses, so dark and filthy and heavy with rats and dead leaves and plastic. How ashamed water is to be what you have made it. What have you done to its beauty, its graceful body in pictures of oceans, its clear face in a glass? We walk home in the flood and cannot see our feet. We forget to thank the gods for their kindness. We look for someone to blame and turn to you, wretched city, because we are men and women of honor, we feed our children three meals a day, we never miss an election. The only culprit is you, dear city. This is the end of our discussion. There is no other culprit.



2.

Rain

Jack Gilbert


Suddenly this defeat.
This rain.
The blues gone gray
And the browns gone gray
And yellow
A terrible amber.
In the cold streets
Your warm body.
In whatever room
Your warm body.
Among all the people
Your absence
The people who are always
Not you.

5 comments:

Monching said...

Hindi ko maalala kung inilagay ni Conchitina Cruz ang tulang iyon sa Dark Hours. Nandun ba?

ako said...

yup ayun na nga. unang tula sa collection :D

Monching said...

Alam mo bang kaliwete rin si Conchitina Cruz?

Haha.

Unknown said...

Ano talaqa yunq real Story nq poem ni Conchitina cruz?

Unknown said...

Pa send vha kung paano yung poem niya.

 

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