Emmanuel Caballero Poems

As you bend to touch
The gypsy girl
Who waits for you in the hedge
Her loose dress falls open.
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Simply to have stopped.

As if I could begin
where my voice has stopped, myself
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I am hands
And face
And feet
And things inside of me
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I found a pigeon's skull on the machair,
All the bones pure white and dry, and chalky,
But perfect,
Without a crack or a flaw anywhere.
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She and I, we thought and fought
And each of us won by the other's defeat;
She and I, we danced and pranced
And lost by neglect the use of our feet;
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