Old  Oraibi

Old Oraibi has no stone

To mark the spot where the land grew small,

When soldiers tore at sons and daughters

And families bowed and broken watched--

Ahi-yo, Ahi-yo

Old Oraibi has no stone

To build the school of grief where children

Learn the hunger they shall need

To please the soldiers of the dusty flag--

Ahi-yo, Ahi-yo

Old Oraibi has no stone 

For the town crier to rest where he cries,

His messages found beneath pottery shards

Where dark tales stain the dust--

Ahi-yo.

And so the stranger kicks the dog,

And so he cripples the faithful horse,

And so he crushes the Savior-God

That he has brought to the People of Peace.

Old Oraibi has no stone

To seal the shrines, the fourteen kivas,

Split and charred like Old Oraibi,

Hating themselves, like Old Oraibi--

Ahi-yo, Ahi-yo.

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AFTER THE FLOOD

(an American Legend)

Pools of life, as the waters subside

Carry cells of a reborn kind—

A sprout arises beyond its nature

Bearing Man, the lonely savior—

Lovely and pale, the willow tree

Bends to search for the unseen—

Where willow bows to kiss the earth

Woman ascends, of shimmering birth—

Garden creatures tend to their needs,

Dance of the butterfly, honey of bees—

Song of the bird, milk of the beast,

Only the dog must wait till they sleep:

With little to offer, he lays at their side

His own gift of love for humankind.

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CATALONIA REVISITED

                                                   

  

I saw the flag

under a gray but cloudless sky,

under a mist that wanted to erase

dreams and legends and song...

Vaig veure la senyera

sota un cel gris però sense núvols,

sota una boira que volia esborrar

somnis, llegendes i cant…

                                                                                                                                      

I heard the beating of shields,

the metallic din of a rusted past

all great with promise as it painted

a path of crimson and gold

to dreams and legends and song…

Vaig sentir el batre d’escuts,

fragor metàl.lica d’un passat rovellat 

que amb grans esperances va pintar
de carmesí i d'or el sender

cap a somnis, llegendes i cant…

I savoured the bars of red

that unfolded like fingers of blood

pointing to roads of more suitable color,

the color of dreams and legends and song…

Vaig assaborir les barres vermelles
que es desplegaven com dits de sang,

assenyalant camins de color més adient,

color de somnis, llegendes i cant…

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The 

       American   

                 Dream

           

  

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ROMA

Neglected corners are a haven
from the great encroaching din,
in morning gardens groomed and tidied
for the guest.

To this neglected garden
the cat will come to yowl

Far beneath the ancient wall
are hidden rooms that love oblivion

We feel the fiery stare,
the dwelling glance,
the one we see at every turn

Presiding extemporaneous over all
dear Livia and her brooding seed
look down from high atop
the lush abiding Palatine
where Caesars dwell.

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