JG Correa Poems

Please allow me to introduce myself.
Usually loud, cynical and obnoxious I have been around for a very long score.
I am the undertaker of institutions,
I rather stir up trouble than keep quiet.
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The night is singing with sighs of love
From its corridors, rays of light pattern magnetic nanodots
I cross the night
Suffering from love's pain
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What freedom can dispense with proper critique
When outsourced cult opinions struggle by?
Which impartial critic is without archetypes
And clichés drawn from vernacular maligners?
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AURORA VALERIANA

In Paul Valéry, the morose confusion
Works dreamlike, dissipating from the rose
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When I watched Alain Resnais' "Night and fog"
I was only a teenager film buff.
Distant, scarce and fallacious was my business
With hunger, death, destruction, pain or war!
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He wakes up in infinite, condensed satin.
He likes fireplace mantles famished in granite.
The best honey is a tasted kiss, and
Pure poetry is prototype candidness
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Let us wander about the streets of Noto,
and think upon what is a thought made of.
An ultimate regard to its trees' stillness
must evoke treasured vedute unburied.
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All the paths converge to the metropolis.
Love's ways, however, reach up to the infinite.
At the extremity of the fog, stores,
and stairs travel to the upper plateaus
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I could not stand withered rimes any more.
So, I went searching for a full-blown teacher,
A sensible scholar of proven age,
A sound retainer of past ages' wisdom,
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Once upon a time a prince came to rescue
His beloved imprisoned in a tower
As he galloped a black stallion, the maiden
Intact, produced an immaculate handkerchief,
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