Treasure Island

Marianne Soher

(20 June 1933 / Sofia, Bulgaria)

Tu Calle

Esta mañana tu calle
Vomita sus autobuses
En esta calor precoz
Que presagia tempestad.

Esta mañana tu calle
Tiene el color del plomo,
De metal abandonado,
El color gris del dolor.

Esta mañana tu calle
No es mi calle, vida mía.
Y le doy la bienvenida
A mi cuartito otoñal.

Sus persianas entornadas,
Dos matas en el balcón
Música suave, silencio,
Y frescura, y quietud.

Que pasen las tempestades,
Que se desboque el dolor.
Amparada por mi otoño,
Espero que vuelva el sol.

Esta mañana tu calle
No es mi calle, vida mía.
Quizás mañana, si quieres,
Pasearemos en el sol...

Submitted: Friday, November 29, 2013
Edited: Saturday, November 30, 2013

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Poet's Notes about The Poem a long gone love...

Comments about this poem (Tu Calle by Marianne Soher )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  9. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  10. A Dream Within A Dream
    Edgar Allan Poe Updates

New Poems

  1. These Two, Frank Avon
  2. I Laugh As I Reminisce, Lawrence S. Pertillar
  3. If They're Available, Lawrence S. Pertillar
  4. feel happy thoughts, Priscilla Rose
  5. In search of a war, SALINI NAIR
  6. Feelings! - sonnet-, Manjeshwari P MYSORE
  7. Lady Purities, L.B. Temuco
  8. Charge Of Acidity, RoseAnn V. Shawiak
  9. Deserts Of Beginning Times, RoseAnn V. Shawiak
  10. Excuse Him, Pradip Chattopadhyay

Poem of the Day

poet Emily Dickinson


"Arcturus" is his other name—
I'd rather call him "Star."
It's very mean of Science
To go and interfere!

I slew a worm the other day—
...... Read complete »


Modern Poem

poet Kenneth Allott

[Hata Bildir]