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Adela Zamudio – Man Born
MAN BORN
Much work she spends
By correcting the awkwardness
Of her husband, and at home,
(Allow me to gawk).
As inept as fatuous,
Follow him being the head,
Because it man!
If some verses written,
In any such verses are,
That she only subscribes.
(Allow me to gawk).
If that one’s not a poet,
Why such an assumption
Because it man!
A superior woman
Do not vote in elections,
And vote the rascal worse.
(Allow me to gawk).
As long as you learn to sign
You can vote an idiot,
Because it man!
The folds and drink or play.
In a reversal of fortune:
She suffers, fight and pray.
(Allow me to gawk).
That she will call the “weak”
And he be called the “be strong”.
Because it man!
She must forgive
Having being unfaithful to her husband;
But he can avenge.
(Allow me to gawk).
In a similar case
You can even kill him,
Because it man!
Oh, mortal privileged
That perfect and complete
You enjoy certain popularity!
In any case, for this,
You enough
Born man.
English translation of the Bolivian poet Adela Zamudio 1854- 1928 she was a complete artist , poet, writer breaking convention often , and looking deeper into the soul of mankind she also used the pseudonym Soledad, Bolivian Womens Day is on October 11th the date of her birth
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even the pigeons did not come
sandstone witness
to the empty bench,
he had fallen
been in hospital,
children fretted and nursed,
she had no one
almost homeless aged forgotten,
they spoke at the bench
smile with long memory
a life known and understood,
her smile of crooked dentures
and whiskery chin,
those eye still had reality and youth,
at eighty two it is hard
to find love was strange,
unusual to most people,
yet as hospital tubes gave sustenance
she had lain in her armchair
ragged flat
no gas fire
no tv
and lived in afterlife
found by police
through splintered door
it would be hard to explain
yet the bench remained
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Mother Mediates
a scream a real pain scream
what is it
he hit me and took my car away
he is your brother
but he stole it
you live under the same roof
he cannot steal
but it is mine
why not share
not with him he is ugly
he is the same flesh and blood
but i hate him
hate is a strong word
i don’t love him
that is cruel
remember when he helped you
when you where afraid of the dark
i still hate him
he annoys you that is all
and you respond
we love each other in this house
dry those eyes
come here give back the car
sorry mum
don’t apologize to me
apologize to him
sorry
say it properly and give him a hug
sorry
that is better
friends now
i think so
it can be this simple
To The Unborn
look over shoulder
see clay bed made,
fate spoke over bloody fray,
wheat will not touch fingertips,
sun of the morning will not reach,
your name your country’s
belong flesh and bone
consummate to government,
and all who reside,
sink to ground
embrace the last love
that elevates beyond pain,
in conflict terms the dead
do not remain,
return flag draped
assured of the path
that righteousness has shown,
all that seems dark
will be the light,
it’s not falling in vain
if the steadfast parliament,
listen and keep the next
generation safe
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