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s published in the Hugo-award-winning literary magazine Electric Velocipede.
Cheers!
Nina
s published in the Hugo-award-winning literary magazine Electric Velocipede.Cheers!
Nina
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As I Walked Out One Evening
As I walked out one evening,
Walking down Bristol Street,
The crowds upon the pavement
Were fields of harvest wheat.
And down by the brimming river
I heard a lover sing
Under an arch of the railway:
‘Love has no ending.
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For R, For Whatever Reason
Across a pond
A swan came into view
And dipped her head
Too low to the chest, the beak
Went under
the mirror
I watched with you, this loop of white
pierce black water, like
floating in tar, but her head came up.
And the world was restored.
I wonder how I could have missed it. I am sure
When it happened, I did not register it, but
Afterward, something eerie ticked to awareness
Just above my belly, something beautiful had
Become deformed, and only quickly, and only
As illusion, but what the eye sees is true.
It is your birthday, or it was. You are 43. I am
Supposed to be a better friend to you, but it
Reminds me, when I care for you, too much of
The time when I loved you. I cannot worry anymore
Why you cry so much; you cannot worry anymore
Why I cannot sleep. You were right all along. That’s
It. I said it wasn’t fair and I made you feel it. But
You were right, that we were something different
Than maybe I thought, than anything inside us could have.
I don’t want to make a weeping, sweeping statement
About what is lost or not lost. I may have been wrong
At every turn, and maybe now I need to right myself,
And this may mean I am not what I was.
But I want to see what the ugliness and beauty is
All together. To be far enough away from it
So I can make sense of those burritos,
Kisses, talks, plans. Falling asleep holding hands,
But beyond these things, the way we fused our lives
Together, for whatever reason, for whatever time.
-Nina Alvarez
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Be Angry At the Sun
That public men publish falsehoods
Is nothing new. That America must accept
Like the historical republics corruption and empire
Has been known for years.
Be angry at the sun for setting
If these things anger you. Watch the wheel slope and turn,
They are all bound on the wheel, these people, those warriors.
This republic, Europe, Asia.
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We Have Not Come to Take Prisoners
We have not come here to take prisoners,
But to surrender ever more deeply
To freedom and joy.
We have not come into this exquisite world
To hold ourselves hostage from love.
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Seafarer
And learn O voyager to walk
The roll of earth, the pitch and fall
That swings across these trees those stars:
That swings the sunlight up the wall.
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Man of the Year
My father tells the story of his life
and he repeats The most important thing:
to love your work.
I always loved my work. I was a lucky man.
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… Ah, poems amount to so little when you write them too early in your life. You ought to wait and gather sense and sweetness for a whole lifetime, and a long one if possible, and then, at the very end, you might perhaps be able to write ten good lines. For poems are not, as people think, simply emotions (one has emotions early enough) — they are experiences.
-Rainer Maria Rilke
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God Speaks
God speaks to each of us as he makes us,
then walks with us silently out of the night.
These are the words we dimly hear:
-Ranier Maria Rilke
4X1: Works by Tristan Tzara, Rainer Maria Rilke, Jean-Pierre Duprey, and Habib Tengour

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Dark,dark my light, and darker my desire.
My soul, like some heat-maddened summer fly,
Keeps buzzing at the sill. Which I is I?
A fallen man, I climb out of my fear.
The mind enters itself, and God the mind,
And one is One, free in the tearing wind.
-Theodore Roethke
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