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| STRINDBERG--TRANSLATIONS AND ESSAYS BY JOE MARTIN |
| POETRY--PUBLISHED IN INDIA! |
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| TZINTZUNTZAN The storm broke like a heavy branch sweeping over the nets of lake Patzcuaro and blinding the wind with its weight I'd been wandering fitfully on the unencumbered tombs and temples distracted by the occasional flights of flickering lizards in the stones The Tarascan women of today weave strapped to looms bound to tree trunks The trees at Tzintzuntzan clasp the rocks of ruins in their roots How much lies buried in the red earth How many paths back that only lizards can follow--How much I want to bind myself to a trunk with such an anchor |
| The sweeping rains wiped out the view But I had seen the women who embrace trees They make livings here From The Insomnia Suite |
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| from FATA MORGANA Our visions are real not products of our minds If there in the horizon we see at long last a blue sea reflecting an adriatic sun or a lake holding up sea birds on its shimmering light-- these are not hallucinations but sun art by a nameless painter How many men through eons have sought the quenching shores of the great Fata Morgana? They died along the way to the unreachable happy end while a reflection in sand fired up their fantasy. The thirsty search for a destination shapes the vector on which we rise roving through time |
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