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[penguinboy.livejournal.com]

The Monsters at the Edge of the World
by Martin Espada

for my wife, Katherine

The film of your brain
is a map drawn by conquerors
flying the banner of exploration
and misnaming all the islands,
yet we sail through the clouds
swirling in this hemisphere,
navigate rivers of silver
till we find the white slash
circled in red that tells us
stroke, hemorrhage,
as if saying that monsters dwell here
at the edge of the world, and nowhere
do we see the lake where one night
we drifted in a wooden boat
with a bottle of wine
and dangled sparklers
over the starry water.

Comments

[mery-bast.livejournal.com]

That's a gorgeous poem...

[penguinboy.livejournal.com]

i think it's awful. just kidding. i agree :)