VERSE-LETTER TO A YOUNG POET


VERSE-LETTER TO A YOUNG POET
Federico Espino y Licsí
(1978 Premio Zóbel awardee)

Only God creates from nothingness
Prize the past: the counterclockwise tick,
The backward gaze, the echo in the mind,
The letters re-opened, the diary re-read...
For what is rune but rhythm of remembering?
Prize the past: the death of friends,
The birth of sons, the filial memories,
The skeletons interred in cryptic closets
Of the old ancestral home, the drinking sprees
With kindred souls as wet as Poe in Baltimore.
Vodka, verse and Weltschmerz: love, lust
And loneliness: cultivate the past:
Only God creates from nothingness.

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