20 QUASIDARKS POEMS
Solomon Rovedo
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“The soul was and the soul.”
Nicolás Guillén
Take my cold hands and kiss.
My breathless chest strokes.
It fixes my dull watery eyes.
Exhume me all, all resistance.
Totally unbalanced in wire suspension.
Deform me with your warm clay hands.
Break my bones, keep them for yourself.
Make a detachable toy.
Bring the sickening glow of your eyes.
Lower my dull eyelids.
Turn off my penultimate Light!
(Amaricanto)
