Kirmen Uribe Poems

Saving the birds was our mission that whole winter.
Saving the birds imprisoned in the snow.
All along the beach most of them were hidden,
nestled in the shade of the black sea.
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So this is happiness,
that journeyman.
ANNE SEXTON
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Children's Song

There's a friend I hate.
Whenever I want to climb a tree
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He never said I love you.

Even though he worked in the steel mills
in those times, through and through
he remained a farmer.
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Father lost his wedding ring in the ocean once. Like all the trawlermen, he'd
take it from his finger to put on a neck chain, not to lose the finger as the net went out.
Several tides after that, our aunt, while cleaning some hake, found a gold ring
in the belly of one of the fish.
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My breasts are small and my eyes round.
Your legs long and cool as the freshet
that runs down from the fountain.
I bite your neck,
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Though a favor to the feet, to the shoes
the sandals are bare skeletons.
An olive tree lives two thousand years
but tends to remember nothing.
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In our desert there is no sand.
There are growing boys
who cross the steel barriers and
play soccer on the thruway.
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Remember to call home before too long.
To see the long reeds when they are in motion.
Not to punish myself as much as that again.
To miss the last train and wait for the next.
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Look. May has come in.
It's strewn those blue eyes all over the harbor.
Come, I haven't had word of you in ages.
You're constantly terrified,
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