Piedad Bonnett Poems

When in a fit of anger my father killed the cat,
Bartolo my cat
because it put its tail in his broth
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Sad men frighten birds away.
Down to their pensive foreheads descend
the clouds
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Every day of the world
something beautiful ends.
Jaroslav Seifert
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Everything so unremarkable so apparently simple
the irate Friday noon with its buzz of a fly in Summer
and Bogotá green and vibrant
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The healthy, spirited students of splendid smiles
and velvety cheeks, the ones that light a dream in another dream
and breathe the air like newborns,
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They were twenty-two, said the report.
Seventeen men, three women,
two children with bewildered eyes,
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My father was soon afraid of having been born.
But he soon remembered also
the duties of a man
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My mother likes to go to this café with sober lamps,
to order vanilla cookies,
drink unhurriedly two cups of black tea
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For my days I ask,
Lord of shipwrecks,
not for water for my thirst, but thirst,
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