Tuesday, November 29, 2016

Poema en inglés publicado en: Multilingual Anthology: The Americas Poetry Festival of New York 2016


The shittiest apples in the world, which are pretty darn great!


Those who have apples would know that I have the shittiest apples in the world;
but for those who have none,
my apples might look pretty good.
And since I never had apples before,
for I grew up amongst guava, mango and avocado trees,
these apples I have now are not bad at all.

This morning around 10, the grass was wet,
the leaves were falling,
the trees were yellowish, some even red.
Between a fine rain and a light mist,
bucket in hand, in my mud boots up to the knees,
I walked around and under my apple trees.

The leaves were wet and poured on me.
And my apples really don’t look that great;
but, for someone who has no apples, my apples,
these apples might just be the best!

I don’t care that they are bitter,
that some even might have no taste.
I have picked them, I have washed them,
and I keep them for their smell: on my desk, at the office;
on my writing table, at home;
on the night stand, by my bed;
and all over my books, between shelves.
My apples, I keep them all over the place.

I know, I have been told: I have the shittiest apples in the world.
But,
this morning I picked my own apples,
and for one who never had any before,
my apples are pretty darn great!

  
11:18 a.m.
October 3, 2009
Lebanon, NH