Blanca Varela Poems

I dreamed of a dog
a skinned dog
its body sang its red body whistled
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distantyet never so close
we walk a sinking earth
lying down on her or simply standing
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I explore the flame and do not extinguish it because I love its dolorous heat,
its distraught and soundless tongues,
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And this "where to"? So dry and so distant
that I pause to hear it return to my body,
to feel it enter the blood spewing forth
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Nothing stops the star ascending above the wavy sands.
Nocturnal sweetness vanquishes the archer,
diminishing the pale smile of his blue lips,
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Upon awakening
I was surprised by an image that only yesterday had escaped me.
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let's say you won the race
and the prize
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It's cold this light of memory
slight glimpses insistently
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motionless it devours light
obscenely red it opens
loathsome perfection of
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A star explodes in a small plaza and a bird loses its eyes
and falls. Around it men weep and watch the progress
of the new season. The river flows and bears in its cold
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