Second poem of three commissioned and written for the Houston Grand Opera program Houston Artist Respond, featuring poems based on videos made at Baker Ripley Community Center, Houston, Texas, by Latin American women who immigrated to the United States. This poem tells the story of a Cuban woman facing a battle against cancer.
Second poem of three commissioned and written for the Houston Grand Opera program Houston Artist Respond, featuring poems based on videos made at Baker Ripley Community Center, Houston, Texas, by Latin American women who immigrated to the United States. This poem tells the story of a Cuban woman facing a battle against cancer.
Second poem of three commissioned and written for the Houston Grand Opera program Houston Artist Respond, featuring poems based on videos made at Baker Ripley Community Center, Houston, Texas, by Latin American women who immigrated to the United States. This poem tells the story of a Cuban woman facing a battle against cancer.
come together steepled, intent palms rub together nervously
my world falls down
death could be befriended
not this slow reduction, this boiling away
even now liquefying into hot tears evaporating from this world the stranger in the mirror no more substance than a perfume or a stain
there is no need to look
I do not see myself only a prison where infection dwells where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies1 you will not win
I will raise up my hidden Self I have
never known her
the outward me, the faade we conspired to dress her up once
tidying her to capture a man
all of our machinations were in vain
she was unpredictable even in her most appealing moments
I fell in love by accident
he stared into her eyes and found me
now she is tired, she is old, she has cancer
her miracles arise from her hearts faith
in death that heart will remain I cannot say I will not mourn her
I am already buried where the heart, the soul, resides