Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Hojas Secas

El jardin esta lleno de hojas secas;
nunca vi tantas hojas en sus arboles verdes, en primavera.
-Jose Juan Tablada

I came across this poem this summer in an old, stain book of "New Mexican Poetry" a friend found in a dumpster and gave to me. I liked the poem and wrote it into my journal. It has been returning to me incessantly ever since and probably for good reason. It plays in my head like a song one cant forget.

I will return and translate but I am using the computer at work and my break is over. soon come.

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