Posts Tagged ‘Poems by Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozabal’

 

THE CHAIR

 

I brought my own chair

and I sat in an empty space

 

where the plains were surrounded

by absolutely blue skies.

I sat there.

 

I waited for the sky to turn dark

by staring at the sun.

 

I DREAMT

 

I dreamt I was so hungry.

I ate my whole hand.

It started with the right pinky,

then the ring finger.

I devoured my middle finger,

then the right pointing finger.

The thumb took a bit longer

because I was feeling full.

I got my second wind and

I ate my palm all the way up

to the wrist and the wrist watch.

The dream was so strange.

It took about an hour for

another hand to grow in

place of the eaten hand.

The new hand looked just

like the old hand only a

little bigger and less rough.

I had new fingerprints that

belonged to someone else

that was not even human.

 

 

THE SUN

 

 

I could have been gentle.

But you would have thought less

 

 

of me.  I am no angel

and trees cover my light.

 

My soul basks in its own

flame.  Rivers capture my

 

reflection. I look still.

 

 

I am a day star weeping

without a tear.  I take

 

 

no pity on the world.

 

My name is the sun.