Verdun Zocalo poets.

Posted: October 21, 2013 | Author: Zócalo Poets | Filed under: Alicia Claudia González Maveroff, English, Spanish |Comments Off

Alicia Claudia González Maveroff

“Verdun”

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And now that I’m going, now that I depart,
now that autumn will be my spring;
yes, now that I’m going, I know that for always

I will carry within me

this river, and this autumn red

in the pupil of my eye.
Well, now that I go, knowing that
tomorrow I journey through another river,

perhaps seeking that “bonanza” of calm

that rivers just don’t have because

they “walk fast – and keep moving…”;

in my soul the memory remains –

of the river, road, bridge;
those autumn colours – red, yellow –
painted among the trees.

I had already loved before, long before,

many landscapes, blue skies, other trees…

But – here today –

I loved this river, this bridge and this road;

these trees – red and yellow –

painted by autumn.

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(Toronto, Canada, 21-10-2011)