Raquel Angel Nagler Poems

August was only the deep quiet of noontime.
The sea, exquisite in its sleep
Had the burnt smell of jasmines.
You murmured:
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The night is a foliage of darkness.
The hours are the leaves.
I pluck them one by one
But they are endless.
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Outside, from the other side of the world
I hear the sounds of the dark
Until they disappear from the sense.
Little by little the senses are turned inwards
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The night emptied the room,
It drew around it a circle of silence.
We heard from far away the bites of the breeze,
Women whispering wind-words.
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Paradise has so many names.
It's the bed of an evening
That accepts the weight of my body.
It's water sighing in my mouth when I'm thirsty.
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Lately evenings come
Like a new kind of silence:
The inner weight trickling from my body,
The mercy of sleep at the edge of the darkness,
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-They say there always exists a quiet somewhere
That is not earth nor sky.
You murmur:
Lately my life is a mountain
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In creamy afternoons,
Swans, like floating castles,
Adorn the moats of solitude between our lips.
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On my wall, painted in white sadness,
A clock
That never left time enough to erase my habits
Replenishes
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