Francisco Luis Arroyave Tabares Poems

In days this is sparce no verses I could write
Nor find words a little close to my thought
And not an art or other way so right
Could display well what my heart liked or fought.
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I belong to the present century
Although I think it is soon to forget
And give the classic mind an injury
By neglecting fine forms without regret.
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There are many ways that are more artful
In which my love for life I can rehearse 2
Changing in this way what has been adverse
Into those forms that please the beautiful.
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Cruel tidal waves rise and fall and combine
To destroy little by little my shore
Where I grow shells for pearls that I adore
And which to match her teeth and eyes I twine.
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I feel the orby loneliness get close
But it is a prelude of harmony
And a chance to lose the monotony
That always piles and is hard to dispose.
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If any of my dreams can reach a land
Or many of them are worth some glances
While my closeness to this world advances
And I see rainbows by an ocean's strand.
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I am awaked, half way to the midnight
Carving in my thoughts figures out of time
Floating in mist that pales the moon just right
And watching my muses glide on some rhyme.
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I got to see love melted in a sight
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Gaia swashed me with waves of compassion 1
When, between many, I gathered love
As she knew that time would wear my hot passion
To look instead for silent royal dove.
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Some moment ago (as the eons slide)
When the changing rocks were not yet breathing
And trees during winter were not dreaming.
Of seasons that lull with blossoming tide.
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