by Elidio La Torre Lagares
frontiers gleaming
through telescope and vodka
[is that you in the tail of a star?]
my voice is a boulder;
words drizzle into cities of memories
a flock of poems
is about to cross a plain
they drip acid over the petals,
and make me a ghost of glass
[drops speak down the walls
and clear the pain]
I am the undisputable match
to the purple fish of anguish
that fights its way
to the brightest corner of sound
I speak to you
sawing the whirling sand,
discovering, expecting
somewhere— a plundered flow
in nice roasting eyelids
I speak to you, again
in streams of wretched syllables
in the saucepan of our eyes,
we're eternity
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Elidio La Torre Lagares has published four poetry collections, two of which are available in electronic format: Vicios de construcción (Construction Vices) and Ensayo del vuelo (Flight Rehearsal), which was awarded with the Julia de Burgos National Poetry Award in 2008 in Puerto Rico. He has a short story collection, Septiembre (September), awarded by the Pen Club Puerto Rico in 2000, institution that also recognized La Torre’s first two novels, Historia de un dios pequeño (Tale of a Small God, 2001) and Gracia (Grace, 2004), as the one the best books published in their respective years. His latest novel, Correr tras el viento (Chasing the wind), was successfully released as an e-book late in 2010, ranking number 4 among Amazon Kindle’s best selling list for thrillers/ mystery in Spanish. He currently teaches Creative Writing at the University of Puerto Rico, Río Piedras Campus.
Last updated October 28, 2013