un poema – a poem | Sereno – Dew

Sereno

Tus afectos hijos son de la noche
cuyo padre fallece en ocaso;
errantes sin haber quién reproche
su conducta en serenal espacio.

Cubre la faz de su alcance nocturno
como perro sabueso cazando el terreno;
esperando una flor que caiga en el trance sereno,
producto vital del nocturno veneno.

Por el día las aguas el sol evapora,
permitiéndole entrada al ambiente celeste;
es el manto nocturno quien las reincorpora
en rocío tardío, en sereno naciente.

Las tinieblas albergan la acuosa sustancia
que en el alba envuelve en porción al planeta;
para huertos, sembrados y flora ganancia;
de la noche señal de su muerte funesta.

El morir de la noche es el nacer del día,
siendo el alba partícipe del astral encuentro;
espera el ocaso con gran rebeldía
deseando tornar el rocío en sereno.

Deleitoso sereno que aguardas
con tu manto deseando amparar
a una fémina que esté abandonada,
que te ame y se deje amar.

El sol se hunde en las aguas,
la luna brota del mar,
y el sereno se abre las puertas
de alcobas de rosas que quieran amar.

Dew (loose translation)

Your affections are children of the night
whose father dies at sunset;
errant, with no one to reproach
their conduct in realms wet with dew.

Dew covers the face of its nocturnal reach
like a bloodhound covers terrain;
waiting for a flower to fall in a serene trance,
vital symptom of its nocturnal venom.

During daylight, the sun evaporates the waters,
letting them enter the celestial environment.
The nocturnal protector reincorporates them
into late sprinklings, nascent dew.

Darkness shelters the liquid substance
that at dawn covers a portion of the planet:
profit for gardens, fields and floras;
but for the night, a sign of its terrible death.

Night’s death is day’s birth.
Dawn participates in the astral encounter.
Sunset awaits rebelliously,
intending to once again unleash its dew.

Delightful Dew:
with your lustful frock just dying to shelter
an abandoned female
who will love you and let herself be loved by you.

The sun submerges in waters,
the moon springs up from the sea,
and Dew opens the doors
to bedrooms of roses lusting for love.


Sereno se publicó en el poemario Poemas Caribeños, por Luis S. González-Acevedo

The loose translation –Dew– is featured in Caribbean Poet, by Luis S. González-Acevedo


a poem | “Don’t spic English, I”

I dedicate this poem to those who without knowing a language have had to speak it...

“Don’t spic English, I”

Father told me, “Tell them…”
“I don’t speak English,”
because I understood the world in Spanish.
On a school day and acutely shy –ahem, ahem…
Reinventing grammar, I told them:
“Don’t speak English, I.”
The sentence was only close to right.
I could have died!
But like an outsider who would NOT be defeated,
my courageous little mouth and lips repeated:
“Jes! Don’t spic English, I.”


“Don’t spic English, I” is featured in Réquiem, by Luis S. González-Acevedo
The poem is also featured in Caribbean Poet, by Luis S. González-Acevedo

un poema – a poem | Nube y Tinta – Cloud and Ink

Nube y Tinta

Del cielo descenderá
una paloma en pos
de un hombre que será
sempiterno y dios.

Tomará una nube
celeste por pluma
y antes que se esfume
le dará una lágrima:

Lágrima por tinta y
con su mano pintar
tu pinta en el prado y
tu cabello en el mar.

Cloud and Ink (translation)

From heaven descended
a dove in search
of a man that would be
immortal and god.

He would take a heavenly cloud
as a pen
and before it dissipates
he would give it a tear.

Tear as ink and
with his hand paint
your face on the meadow and
your hair on the sea.


Nube y Tinta se publicó en el poemario Poemas Caribeños, por Luis S. González-Acevedo

The translation –Cloud and Ink– is featured in Caribbean Poet, by Luis S. González-Acevedo