Angel Gonzalez, a few snippets
Angel Gonzalez:
"Through The Window, Love" reads like an old song, although the overt reference to the nightingale at the end adds to its musicality:
Through the window, love
dressed in white, discerns.
It sees the afternoon, how it turns
its light and color.
The begonia, lacking fragrance,
stretching its green leaves
to see what it can through
the window, sees love:
spring flowing
from the beak of a nightingale.
Many of the poems are based directly on music heard, over-heard, and remembered. For example, in "Late Afternoon Waltz"
the grand pianos bump
against swarms of violins and violas.
It's the waltz of women alone
the unmarried with their charms,
the waltz of marriageable girls,
seizing, like great gusts of wind,
their threadbare hearts as it whirls.
Night gives way to morning, and in "Dawn Tango"
There is a light moment
when people dance.
There is a murky moment
during which I faint.
There is a broken moment
when everything is weeping.
And the poet's musical frame of reference includes Louis Armstrong on trumpet:
How beautiful was the sound of the trumpet
when the musician drew in his breath
and the air of all the universe
free now of obstacles
entered the tuba!
How lovely was the shudder
produced by the friction
of hurricanes against the metal,
of the hot winds from the South,
and then the frozen austral coursing around the world.
HERE
"Through The Window, Love" reads like an old song, although the overt reference to the nightingale at the end adds to its musicality:
Through the window, love
dressed in white, discerns.
It sees the afternoon, how it turns
its light and color.
The begonia, lacking fragrance,
stretching its green leaves
to see what it can through
the window, sees love:
spring flowing
from the beak of a nightingale.
Many of the poems are based directly on music heard, over-heard, and remembered. For example, in "Late Afternoon Waltz"
the grand pianos bump
against swarms of violins and violas.
It's the waltz of women alone
the unmarried with their charms,
the waltz of marriageable girls,
seizing, like great gusts of wind,
their threadbare hearts as it whirls.
Night gives way to morning, and in "Dawn Tango"
There is a light moment
when people dance.
There is a murky moment
during which I faint.
There is a broken moment
when everything is weeping.
And the poet's musical frame of reference includes Louis Armstrong on trumpet:
How beautiful was the sound of the trumpet
when the musician drew in his breath
and the air of all the universe
free now of obstacles
entered the tuba!
How lovely was the shudder
produced by the friction
of hurricanes against the metal,
of the hot winds from the South,
and then the frozen austral coursing around the world.
HERE
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