Azul
for Serena Bocchino
Color that spills in the twilight
like honey of night,
color the vessel of knowing,
like honey of night,
color the vessel of knowing,
the moonlight gold on the bed,old glint of the goddess torn loose,
a cry polished by distance,
the ancient ship we sail on
through the dark passes.Color that joins the days
(two lovers twining
like trees by our window)
color the wine of the sea,
silence under our breathing
(color the heart)
clean as the sheets of our loving,
certain as stone, deep
as the well of our grace.
a cry polished by distance,
the ancient ship we sail on
through the dark passes.Color that joins the days
(two lovers twining
like trees by our window)
color the wine of the sea,
silence under our breathing
(color the heart)
clean as the sheets of our loving,
certain as stone, deep
as the well of our grace.
–Pablo Medina
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Pablo Medina was born in Cuba and moved to New York City at the age of 12. He was educated by the Jesuits and thought about entering the order but then he discovered girls, who took him out of the straight and narrow and showed him the intricate steps of the dance of romance. He started writing poetry as a way of impressing members of the opposite gender and has revolved around the twin stars of literature and sex ever since. He has published 13 books of poetry, fiction, nonfiction, and translation. Currently, he lives in Boston, in an exile surrounded by icicles, and is professor in the Department of Writing, Literature and Publishing at Emerson College.