Raquel Angel Nagler Poems

The Insight of fear
My fear:
A prehistoric beast
That knows without knowing
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Hope is weighed,
Like the barbarous gold,
At the gates of fear.
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Dream: the throat of my double sigh:
The one that wants to find the past.
The one that wants to lose it.
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The mist-masks of dawn
Maybe
Early dawn
Is the goddess of my childhood.
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By the red shore,
There where the day begins and ends,
I stand with a handful of dunes:
The statue of dream,
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Among the courtyards of slow afternoons,
The fragile silence in my palm
Is just a porcelain cup
Scarred by the ritual of forgetting:
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In parched afternoons
Too late for questions, too early for silence,
I sip the tea of my whispers:
The thirst that created my glass.
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Sociability
I love the conviction of birds
Driving their content
To shade-lit spots warm with chatter:
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The sum of emotion
Among the threads of hope and fear
I feel the fingers of my tremble,
As if they knew they were weaving into a tiny cloth
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I wonder if fruits, marching above earth,
Half holy, half green,
Believe that roots
Really exist.
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