Wednesday, July 19, 2006

"Candlefly"

The candlefly
always came at night
blinking the ceiling
with its small searchlight

as a child I stared up
uneasily through the darkness
remembering the old folk saying

Candlefly means
a stranger will come
a stramger will visit

still I couldn't be comforted
the candlefly was both a magic
and a menace

a creature with a mission

a flickering stranger
not unlike dead

Grace Nichols
(The Fat Black Woman's Poems)

5 comments:

Darío Zetune said...

mmmm, me gusta. Una poesía un poco atípica para mi (atípica en el inglés, claro), porque últimamente ando leyendo sonetos de varios autores de la lengua "anglosangrona".

Saludos!

Sofía said...

ahhhhh!!! yo te quiero Andreaaaaa!!!

Cecilia said...

Ahora veo por qué te gusta tanto Grace Nichols, está muy bueno el poema. Dualidad.

NMZ said...

helo there! hope u'll hv a good time in Queretaro :)

p.s
my days are better now.

*grins*

take care!

peyote said...

l poema esta barbaro, un saludo es bueno colgarse por estos lados.