| Nancy Morejón
Island poet shares a universal soul
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| Excerpts from “Looking Within/Mirar Adentro,” by Nancy Morejón, edited by Juanamaría Cordones-Cook |
“...I write because I must; the impulse to write is irrational....”
By Olivia Doerge
Adelante staff writer
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NANCY MOREJón |
Nancy Morejón, Poetry Reading and Book Presentation
7 p.m. April 24, Stotler Lounge,
Free admission |
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MOTHER
My mother had no garden
but rather steep islands
floating, beneath the sun,
on their delicate corals.
She had no clear branch
in her eye but countless garrottes.
What a time that was when she ran, barefoot
on the limestone of the orphanages
and she did not know how to laugh
and she could not even gaze at the horizon.
She had no ivory chamber,
nor a wicker parlor,
nor the silent stained glass of the tropics.
My mother had the song and the handkerchief
to cradle my heart’s faith,
to lift her head of a queen, ignored,
and to leave us her hands, like precious stones,
before the cold remains of the enemy. |
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