1 Abril 2015
In reverence of national poetry month, San Antonio will be hosting poetry events all throughout April!
Check here for details: National Poetry Month SA
I'll be posting poems weekly from a number of influential works - haikus, ghazals, free verse, etc. Let us begin the celebration with stealing sugar:
We are poor students who stay after
school to study joy.
We are like those birds in the India mountains.
I am
a widow whose child is her only joy.
The only thing I hold in my ant-like
head
Is the builder's plan of the castle of sugar.
Just to steal one grain
of sugar is a joy!
Like a bird, we fly out of darkness into the
hall,
Which is lit with singing, then fly out again.
Being shut out of the
warm hall is also a joy.
I am a laggard, a loafer, and an idiot. But I
love
To read about those who caught one glimpse
Of the Face, and died
twenty years later in joy.
I don't mind your saying I will die
soon.
Even in the sound of the word soon, I hear
The word you which begins
every sentence of joy.
"You're a thief!" the judge said. "Let's
see
Your hands!" I showed my callused hands in court.
My sentence was a
thousand years of joy.
- "Stealing Sugar from the Castle," Robert Bly
