CRYSTALS IN THEIR
HEARTS
for Rania
In the still &
solemn silence of
A chill English summer,
Where things are things
as they are.
You remembered for me
Marquez's son's wedding
in Mexico City,
How his garden filled with
snow which fell
From a sunny sky in the
middle of May,
How it covered the
maguey,
Formed fragile drifts
On bourgainvillea &
hung
For long & frozen
instants between the bars
Of the parrot's giant
bamboo cage.
You said you were
not surprised to find yourself
Covered with
snowflakes that didn't melt.
It seemed natural in
that setting that snow should fall,
That heat itself might
disappear yet still
Be all around you, that
the festering simmer
You also recalled, the
tale of tropic disease
You told me, not be
frozen out,
Not eradicated
completely from your life.
There was a shadow
sitting shivering somewhere close
Behind us. Everything
we said included
A sentence that was
somehow left unsaid.
Next day, driving
through the dimensionless
Countryside beyond Ware
we felt
The temperature drop at
least ten degrees
In half an hour. But we
saw no snow.
This was just a flat &
wet & gray landscape
Laid out by drizzle on
a twisted road,
As magical as it would
ever get for us. Yet
We waited. We said
nothing more.
Still no snow fell.
Beautiful poems.
ReplyDeleteWhat does Gabriel Garcia Marquez think about making a telenovela movie of “One Hundred Years of Solitude” ?
Find the answer in an interview with Gabriel (imaginary) in http://stenote.blogspot.com/2014/09/an-interview-with-gabriel.html
Great poems by Gabo...Watch also a Haiku for Gabriel Garcia Marquez in youtube https://youtu.be/taGTMzMiEX8
ReplyDeleteRead an Interview with Gabriel Garcia Marquez (imaginary) in http://stenote.blogspot.com/2014/09/an-interview-with-gabriel.html