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And If The Heart Cannot Love
Jose Garcia Villa
And if the heart can not love
death can not cure it nor sleep
no splendor of wound the heart
had no sound
Bloom has escaped it and
birth the miraculous flower
and music and speech leave
God it can not spell nor sun
nor lover the beautiful word
and it has no sound no sound
Updated 11-17-2008 at 10:43 PM by eyemaker
FIRST A POEM MUST BE MAGICALJose Garcia Villa
First, a poem must be magical,
Then musical as a seagull.
It must be a brightness moving
And hold secret a bird’s flowering
It must be slender as a bell,
And it must hold fire as well.
It must have the wisdom of bows
And it must kneel like a rose.
It must be able to hear
The luminance of dove and deer.
It must be able to hide
What it seeks, like
When I Was No Bigger Than A Huge
By Jose Garcia Villa
When, I, was, no, bigger, than, a, huge,
Star, in, my, self, I, began, to, write,
Of, rose, and,
Tiger: till, I, burned, with, their
Pure, and, Rage. Then, was, I, Wrath-
Dark, and, yet, most, Lit: in, me, an,
Eye, there, grew: springing, Vision,
another outstanding poem from an exceptional Filipino feminist..
From the idealist that she was when younger, she emerged a pragmatist, a practical woman reshaped by the realities of life. She had found that life is not all love, that love is not the only way to one's goal. She realized that this world is "circumferenced with lucre/ within a coin of brass." She plunged into business and traveled and prospered. But Philippine literature lost her.
Updated 10-07-2008 at 09:52 PM by eyemaker
This week I'll be featuring some of my favorite poems and poets as well..
by Angela Manalang Gloria
It was a sacrilege, the neighbors cried,
The way she shattered every mullioned pane
To let a firebrand in. They tried in vain
To understand how one so carved from pride
And glassed in dream could have so flung aside
Her graven days, or why she dared profane
The bread and wine of life