Who is your favorite poets?
Wordsworth? ee cummings? Elliot? Donne? Dickinson? It’s hard to choose. Mostly,
it depends on my mood and if I need a Snowy Evening or Daffodils. In college I
wrote a term paper on the poems of Emily Bronte and I think it’s fascinating that
someone cloistered in such a small world could have such a tremendous depth of
emotion. Today anyone with internet access lives in an enormous world. From my
bedroom I can talk to someone in India. From my kitchen I can try a recipe from
Africa. And I can “virtually meet” multitudes.
Recently I met a poet,
Gavriel Navarro, and I’m so enchanted his words that I wanted to share them
here. Enjoy.
A starry silence
In the tranquility of this fresh night
a starry silence in the evening sky
saturated the palate with crystalline honey
from my savage spirit within this vastness...
So was cutting the night, an angry star
fugitive as her woven hair to the horizon
falling from the sky into my heart, vibrant still
caressing the earth with the bless of her dust
When you burst the perfection of calmness
as a chrysalis of the night without disturbing it, serene
from your place of stars fallen on a full moon
We melted into one, eternal in my memory
permanent in this starry silence, solitary
and witness of your sagacity for not turning back...
Gavriel Navarro© 2012
In the tranquility of this fresh night
a starry silence in the evening sky
saturated the palate with crystalline honey
from my savage spirit within this vastness...
So was cutting the night, an angry star
fugitive as her woven hair to the horizon
falling from the sky into my heart, vibrant still
caressing the earth with the bless of her dust
When you burst the perfection of calmness
as a chrysalis of the night without disturbing it, serene
from your place of stars fallen on a full moon
We melted into one, eternal in my memory
permanent in this starry silence, solitary
and witness of your sagacity for not turning back...
Gavriel Navarro© 2012
Ocean of
My Solitude
of this
accelerated heart.
I think
only in the silence of bringing her near and to live
In the
vast immensity of this diaphanous night with
Anxieties
of waking, will she still be there? And with the
Desire
of knowing her nestled within my own immensity.
I try to
climb to the site she gave me, and I sigh when
The
solitude is pulled
This
dark street is so lonely without her. I am entangled
In the
throbbing sorrow out of shape at my withdrawal;
The
night sounds are different from the quietude of other nights;
Tonight
I want her near, and I shiver for no good reason;
I try to
reach her, but she pulls away, unsure,
I try to
decipher this unconquerable torment; I rush
Out into
the dark street of indecision to keep from screaming;
My steps
resound with the slow echo of my torment;
I don’t
want to forget her even for a moment, I want
To reach
her, but she pulls even further into the distance;
The only
thing in the way of my knowing her is emptiness;
I
embrace the air for one evaporating breath of her;
My
thoughts keep spinning in a whirlwind of passion,
And I
carry on here, in the ocean of my solitude...
Gavriel
Navarro© 2010
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