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MARNE KILATES
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from
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)
Two Poems Written "Near Lake Taal..."
Near Lake Taal in December
This angry cold seizes my heart
Roots me down to this ground of night
Lashing me still with its twines of chill
With a distant keening it shakes
Its icy intimations from the stalks
Of grasses, the dust-dry limbs
Of bushes edging the paths
Seeking their dark reaches, whipping
Bits of earth into its slow eddies
The lake, unseen realm spread below
The land's brink, sends its plumes
Of shadow curling across the rim of its
Faint, shimmering presence
(rev. December 24, 2014)
Near Lake Taal in May
At Maria Paz, the farthest outpost
Of Tanuan, we lurched and teetered
At the rim of the Lake and stared
Through the lambent air in the well
Of Taal and marvelled at the steep
Slope plunging into the water.
Further down, it was said, where our
Vertigo wouldn’t take us, the slope
Went on where the lake joined the sea
Until in later times the volcano
Plugged the passage (and the salt-
Water sardines became tawilis,
The only freshwater kind, it seemed).
Below us, on the lake shore, they were
Holding a regatta for the fiesta (we saw
Only the tips of sails and buntings
Waving) and a Dragon Boat race
Had just ended. Across from us,
Above the shimmering water,
The square meshes of the radar
Array were diminutive on the arȇte
And we imagined the weekend
Also ending for the picnickers.
We took a dozen photos of the sunset
Until all the colors faded and the fireworks
Burst and lit the night and more than
Stars sparkled on Tagaytay Ridge.
May 28, 2015; Rev. Jan. 21, 2020
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