11.18.2012

Poema recortado / César Moro

Clipped Poem

For the first time
thirteen fugitives
remember
HEROINES
tree leaves
ancient women

THE UNKNOWN AIRMEN
completely inoffensive
crackling

From 61 to 65 years old
I will not die of pneumonia

Crested tulips
some crimpers to curl
A REVOLVER
Apollo and a fig tree
a venomous flower
an olive tree

A CLOCK
a hill full of pockets
a cup
a laurel
a chord
a parrot
one on top
four slight wheels

A COW
the golden West

A leather overcoat
poplar and beech trees
a rag soaked in alcohol
a warrior without a sword
an elephant
three common dancers
a willow tree
a hand in the shade
a Bulgarian photograph
a bucket of water
a doble prism of spar from Iceland
a wagon
the exact reproduction of a drawing as small as we’d like
a PROBABLE photograph
a small room
a laiza of selenium
in a basket
TWO RINGS
a cancer of the mouth
accompanied by pure and delicious victuals
a flask with flint spouts
a young lady with a revolver
dough that’s too dry
semi-crystalized dry dough
dough that’s too big
AND THE STARS OF OPERA UNANIMOMOUSLY
warm up
dreams




{ César Moro, La tortuga ecuestre y otros textos, ed. Julio Ortega, Caracas: Monte Ávila Editores, 1976 }

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