Tag Archives: Women poets

Yolanda Castaño- (RE)SER(VADO)

A A slow knife is the project for identity. An indigo celebration is re-cognition. How did I let all this happen to me? My own dream went away from me with me I cannot allow them to misinterpret me one … Continue reading

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The Cold Solitude of Statues

On the Cold Solitude of Statues I Expect me in the empty streets of this silent nocturnal hour. Inside the thick fog which wraps up the statues, on their useless lips. Expect me on the cold frost caressing the stone … Continue reading

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Gloria Fuertes: Historia de Gloria

If you feel like a dishcloth Like a butt Like a husk. Don’t water your sadness, Your failure doesn’t exist (The failure is his!) Of the man who used you to clean himself And threw you away like an old … Continue reading

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The Girl at the Fountain

I saw you on a clear night, It was Midsummer´s Eve, And you were putting fresh herbs Out in the fountain to cool. Ah, but you were so pretty Like the rose on the rosebush When it is covered all … Continue reading

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En las Orillas del Sar

In the organ’s echoes or the wind’s words In a star’s shining or a drop of rain, She felt you all round, saw you everywhere Without ever finding you. Maybe she found you, found you and lost you Again, in … Continue reading

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Sweet Dreams

María Teresa González     Sweet dreams Have sweet dreams Even if they are not of me And you are not at my side. May the gods favour you With a rich harvest where Love is handsomely sown. On your journey find … Continue reading

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Neo Romantizo: turning Romantic again

So far as life cures its own wound in me It reminds me of a thirst I didn’t have- A desire for channels and wells Where a voice bubbles up to be torn by the wind. There were never words … Continue reading

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