Chicano Poet

Friday, October 08, 2010

Miguel Hernandez From Jail

Amor, the bitter lemons
you offer me in tears

so much like the sun
fool me happily.

Hidden from the moon,
your forced smile

has taken me prisoner,
and though iron bars

have a bitter taste,
and the rust

flakes off in my mouth,
I eat the rinds and seeds,

and wait for you each day
inside my lemon tree jail.


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