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Antinostalgia & the Tokhang
Rhapsodies
from
Antinostalgia & the Tokhang
Rhapsodies
From Mga Biyahe, Mga Estasyon
From Journeys, Junctions
(a collection of travel poems)
from
Antinostalgia & the Tokhang
Rhapsodies
Poems 2022
Poems 2022
Poems 2022
Poems 2022
From Mga Biyahe, Mga Estasyon
From Journeys, Junctions
(a collection of travel poems)
From Mga Biyahe, Mga Estasyon
From Journeys, Junctions
(a collection of travel poems)
From Mga Biyahe, Mga Estasyon
From Journeys, Junctions
(a collection of travel poems)
From Mga Biyahe, Mga Estasyon
From Journeys, Junctions
(a collection of travel poems)
From Mga Biyahe, Mga Estasyon
From Journeys, Junctions
(a collection of travel poems)
From Mga Biyahe, Mga Estasyon
From Journeys, Junctions
(a collection of travel poems)
From Mga Biyahe, Mga Estasyon
From Journeys, Junctions
(a collection of travel poems)
Cloudburst
You know it’s end of season
When dusk falls at noon,
The sky squints and the clouds
Cast their shadows in mezzotint.
The streets choke with traffic,
As usual, but the spectral light
Leaps like St. Elmo’s in the swamp
Mist of soot and exhaust. But
Your thoughts are of another
Summer, among cogon and acacia
And cadena de amor, beyond
The patio of the hilltop church,
Where boys of eight or ten stretch
Their slingshots against rice bird
Or lizard, and the cloudburst scares
The quarry into flight or hole…
And all is unfinished: the light,
Tearing the noon sky, leaves
The shot in mid-stretch: no
Stone is released and neither memory
Nor season ends, but all is
A ceaseless stretching of time
Where names echo, summoned
For the family gathering at Angelus,
Or called out in a game of hide-and-seek,
Where no catcall or finger-whistle answers
From the bushes, and no name or face
Comes back from the secret hiding places…
Only the monsoon returns
As the sky tears open, as if its torrents
Could wash the city of its grime and soot
And all vestiges of dry seasons lost.
June 7, 2004
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