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somethingdarker) wrote2010-05-01 08:52 pm
somethingdarker) wrote2010-05-01 08:52 pm
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Potential Titles: Martin Espada
Warm on the table of my truce with the world - Martin Espada "After the Goose that Rose Like the God of Geese"
No cacophony of the dead - Martin Espada "After the Goose that Rose Like the God of Geese"
To worship the dark saint of the sea - Martin Espada "Alabanza: In Praise of Local 100"
Mouths chewing the ash of earthquakes - Martin Espada "Alabanza: In Praise of Local 100"
Through the windows of an ancient aquarium - Martin Espada "Alabanza: In Praise of Local 100"
After night burst the dam of day - Martin Espada "Alabanza: In Praise of Local 100"
Smoke-beings flung in constellations - Martin Espada "Alabanza: In Praise of Local 100"
Searching my face for poetry - Martin Espada "Black Islands"
A medallion hung around his neck - Martin Espada "Breve Pausa"
The evidence is in the poetry - Martin Espada "Breve Pausa"
Empty as the husk of a locust in drought - Martin Espada "The Five Horses of Doctor Ramon Emeterio Betances"
Laudanum by the bitter spoonful - Martin Espada "The Five Horses of Doctor Ramon Emeterio Betances"
In the dim of the kerosene lamps - Martin Espada "The Five Horses of Doctor Ramon Emeterio Betances"
Woke up from the opiate of empire - Martin Espada "The Five Horses of Doctor Ramon Emeterio Betances"
The doctor who exhausted five horses - Martin Espada "The Five Horses of Doctor Ramon Emeterio Betances"
Chased invisible armies into the night - Martin Espada "The Five Horses of Doctor Ramon Emeterio Betances"
Wise Men lost on their way to Bethlehem - Martin Espada "Flowers and Bullets"
With flowers and bullets in my heart - Martin Espada "Flowers and Bullets"
Listen to the bell in the ruins - Martin Espada "Heal the Cracks in the Bell of the World"
That once spoke the tongue of smoke - Martin Espada "Heal the Cracks in the Bell of the World"
At midnight in the ancient language of bronze - Martin Espada "Heal the Cracks in the Bell of the World"
Cracks in the bell of the moon - Martin Espada "Heal the Cracks in the Bell of the World"
Fell before the whip and steel - Martin Espada "How We Could Have Lived or Died This Way"
Bullet holes in the soles of his feet - Martin Espada "How We Could Have Lived or Died This Way"
As bees suffocate in a jar - Martin Espada "How We Could Have Lived or Died This Way"
Rowed his captain's Saint Bernard ashore - Martin Espada "Inheritance of Waterfalls and Sharks"
Speared mangos with bayonets - Martin Espada "Inheritance of Waterfalls and Sharks"
The ghost of Hamlet's father wandering through - Martin Espada "Inheritance of Waterfalls and Sharks"
When Quijote roared his challenge to giants - Martin Espada "Inheritance of Waterfalls and Sharks"
Whipping Quijote's sword overhead - Martin Espada "Inheritance of Waterfalls and Sharks"
They wait their turn to testify - Martin Espada "Mad Love"
Demon rust loosening the bolts - Martin Espada "A Million Ants Swarming Through His Body"
Speaks in the water’s tongue - Martin Espada "Not Here"
Fountain of smoke - Martin Espada "Not Here"
Better than the language of galaxies - Martin Espada "Of the Threads that Connect the Stars"
Verses about the night - Martin Espada "The Republic of Poetry"
Devoured by the salt of the sea - Martin Espada "The Sinking of the San Jacinto"
So their light startles your eyes - Martin Espada "The Sinking of the San Jacinto"
Hearts grinding like millstones - Martin Espada “The Socialist in the Crowd"
Searching for another incantation - Martin Espada "The Soldiers in the Garden"
Never let the ball escape his glove - Martin Espada "The Trouble Ball [excerpt]"
Dropped the third strike with two outs - Martin Espada "The Trouble Ball [excerpt]"
Painted with four-leaf clovers - Martin Espada "The Trouble Ball [excerpt]"
A puppet and his furious puppeteer - Martin Espada "The Trouble Ball [excerpt]"
A wrecking ball swung an uppercut - Martin Espada "The Trouble Ball [excerpt]"
Lost in the circles and diamonds - Martin Espada "The Trouble Ball [excerpt]"
Accelerate down the line to steal home - Martin Espada "The Trouble Ball [excerpt]"
Rubbed off by oblivion's thumb - Martin Espada "Vivas to Those Who Have Failed: The Paterson Silk Strike, 1913: I. The Red Flag"
For they become the river - Martin Espada "Vivas to Those Who Have Failed: The Paterson Silk Strike, 1913: V. Vivas to Those Who Have Failed"
Chipping at their tree with a comb - Martin Espada "Wake Up, Mario"
Breathing the plague on them - Martin Espada "Wake Up, Mario"
The hieroglyphics tumbling from his mouth - Martin Espada "Wake Up, Mario"
Revolutionaries the bullets cannot kill - Martin Espada "Wake Up, Mario"
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No cacophony of the dead - Martin Espada "After the Goose that Rose Like the God of Geese"
To worship the dark saint of the sea - Martin Espada "Alabanza: In Praise of Local 100"
Mouths chewing the ash of earthquakes - Martin Espada "Alabanza: In Praise of Local 100"
Through the windows of an ancient aquarium - Martin Espada "Alabanza: In Praise of Local 100"
After night burst the dam of day - Martin Espada "Alabanza: In Praise of Local 100"
Smoke-beings flung in constellations - Martin Espada "Alabanza: In Praise of Local 100"
Searching my face for poetry - Martin Espada "Black Islands"
A medallion hung around his neck - Martin Espada "Breve Pausa"
The evidence is in the poetry - Martin Espada "Breve Pausa"
Empty as the husk of a locust in drought - Martin Espada "The Five Horses of Doctor Ramon Emeterio Betances"
Laudanum by the bitter spoonful - Martin Espada "The Five Horses of Doctor Ramon Emeterio Betances"
In the dim of the kerosene lamps - Martin Espada "The Five Horses of Doctor Ramon Emeterio Betances"
Woke up from the opiate of empire - Martin Espada "The Five Horses of Doctor Ramon Emeterio Betances"
The doctor who exhausted five horses - Martin Espada "The Five Horses of Doctor Ramon Emeterio Betances"
Chased invisible armies into the night - Martin Espada "The Five Horses of Doctor Ramon Emeterio Betances"
Wise Men lost on their way to Bethlehem - Martin Espada "Flowers and Bullets"
With flowers and bullets in my heart - Martin Espada "Flowers and Bullets"
Listen to the bell in the ruins - Martin Espada "Heal the Cracks in the Bell of the World"
That once spoke the tongue of smoke - Martin Espada "Heal the Cracks in the Bell of the World"
At midnight in the ancient language of bronze - Martin Espada "Heal the Cracks in the Bell of the World"
Cracks in the bell of the moon - Martin Espada "Heal the Cracks in the Bell of the World"
Fell before the whip and steel - Martin Espada "How We Could Have Lived or Died This Way"
Bullet holes in the soles of his feet - Martin Espada "How We Could Have Lived or Died This Way"
As bees suffocate in a jar - Martin Espada "How We Could Have Lived or Died This Way"
Rowed his captain's Saint Bernard ashore - Martin Espada "Inheritance of Waterfalls and Sharks"
Speared mangos with bayonets - Martin Espada "Inheritance of Waterfalls and Sharks"
The ghost of Hamlet's father wandering through - Martin Espada "Inheritance of Waterfalls and Sharks"
When Quijote roared his challenge to giants - Martin Espada "Inheritance of Waterfalls and Sharks"
Whipping Quijote's sword overhead - Martin Espada "Inheritance of Waterfalls and Sharks"
They wait their turn to testify - Martin Espada "Mad Love"
Demon rust loosening the bolts - Martin Espada "A Million Ants Swarming Through His Body"
Speaks in the water’s tongue - Martin Espada "Not Here"
Fountain of smoke - Martin Espada "Not Here"
Better than the language of galaxies - Martin Espada "Of the Threads that Connect the Stars"
Verses about the night - Martin Espada "The Republic of Poetry"
Devoured by the salt of the sea - Martin Espada "The Sinking of the San Jacinto"
So their light startles your eyes - Martin Espada "The Sinking of the San Jacinto"
Hearts grinding like millstones - Martin Espada “The Socialist in the Crowd"
Searching for another incantation - Martin Espada "The Soldiers in the Garden"
Never let the ball escape his glove - Martin Espada "The Trouble Ball [excerpt]"
Dropped the third strike with two outs - Martin Espada "The Trouble Ball [excerpt]"
Painted with four-leaf clovers - Martin Espada "The Trouble Ball [excerpt]"
A puppet and his furious puppeteer - Martin Espada "The Trouble Ball [excerpt]"
A wrecking ball swung an uppercut - Martin Espada "The Trouble Ball [excerpt]"
Lost in the circles and diamonds - Martin Espada "The Trouble Ball [excerpt]"
Accelerate down the line to steal home - Martin Espada "The Trouble Ball [excerpt]"
Rubbed off by oblivion's thumb - Martin Espada "Vivas to Those Who Have Failed: The Paterson Silk Strike, 1913: I. The Red Flag"
For they become the river - Martin Espada "Vivas to Those Who Have Failed: The Paterson Silk Strike, 1913: V. Vivas to Those Who Have Failed"
Chipping at their tree with a comb - Martin Espada "Wake Up, Mario"
Breathing the plague on them - Martin Espada "Wake Up, Mario"
The hieroglyphics tumbling from his mouth - Martin Espada "Wake Up, Mario"
Revolutionaries the bullets cannot kill - Martin Espada "Wake Up, Mario"
Poet's page at poets.org.
Navigation Links:
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