I prefer to think
\nthat Pablo did not sit down
\nand write poems at a desk.
\nConsult his dictionary.
\nLook off through the window
\nand make up words.
\nIn my heart I see him
\nsitting in the rain,
\nsoggy and cold,
\nlaughing and crying,
\nand going under the eaves
\nwatching it fall.<\/p>\n
Asking where is the beautiful girl?
\nDoes my mother watch me?
\nWhy does life dissolve?
\nWhose hair do I smell?
\nWhat\u2019s left of me that I want
\nto remember?
\nAnd he would go inside and sit in a corner
\nand the words would spill on a piece of paper.
\nLike a hand holding his,
\nand he would say,
\nthe geography of me is so much ocean,
\nnothing can ever find me,
\nor hear me,
\nand a poem would be written
\nto be put in a bottle,
\nand cast into the sea for us to find.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I prefer to think that Pablo did not sit down and write poems at a desk. Consult his dictionary. Look off through the window and…<\/p>\n