41. (5-8-20, Lewiston) I was inspired to write some romantic poetry after watching the film Neruda about Pablo Neruda. I made myself think of an experience of mine, and this was the result~
She was a lovely waitress, her name begins with ‘P’
Named like a bird, as free as the sea be, she be
In that city by the water, from the booth, I gazed
With the air the scent of sizzling spice, I was so amazed
Never before have I felt passion so sudden or so strong
It was as though I was truly meant to be there all along
I haven’t seen her since, she thrives on boldly in my mem’ry
I cannot help but wonder, does she at all remem’ me?
Perhaps I’m recalled so curious as but a tasteless fool
After all, both times, I ordered just the dedos de pollo
Since then, near home, I’ve come to fancy baby chicken chimis
Maybe she would find that more respectable and pretty
On the note of such adjectives, that is so much like her eyes
No synthesis of literature from a brain could just describe
Spark-ling in dim light like a dragon’s scales in flight
Guarding treasure caught by heroes with the very strongest might
I think it is not wrong to feel emotions purely natural
It’s times like these one learns, in fact, that they are truly actual
I do not know if it is so she has in life a lover
It does not matter, anyway; if she does, I hope they love her
As was done our dining, she gave the slip of what the fee be
I wonder if from this emotion my heart will ever free me
As she toiled so hard those nights, did she ever truly see me?
No matter what the future be, this fire’s inside to be me.
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