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Advice to Young Poets
Alabanza
Truth-Tellers
We Buried You
City of Glass
Coca-Cola & Coco Frio
calle San Sebastian
Federico's Ghost
General Pinochet
Heart of Hunger
Jorge the Janitor
Imagine the Angels...
The Monsters...
The Moon Shatters
Mrs. Báez
My Name is Espada
Dead Will Dance
Poet in the Box
Rednecks
Return
The Caves of Camuy
Face on the Envelope
The Poet's Coat
The Republic of Poetry
Sing Zapatista
Bonfire
Tiburón
Who Burns
My Bones
You Got a Song, Man
 
 
The Republic of Poetry
                   For Chile
 
In the republic of poetry,
a train full of poets
rolls south in the rain
as plum trees rock
and horses kick the air,
and village bands
parade down the aisle
with trumpets, with bowler hats,
followed by the president
of the republic,
shaking every hand.
 
In the republic of poetry,
monks print verses about the night
on boxes of monastery chocolate,
kitchens  in restaurants
use odes for recipes
from eel to artichoke,
and poets eat for free.
 
In the republic of poetry,
poets read to the baboons
at the zoo, and all the primates,
poets and baboons alike, scream for joy.
 
In the republic of poetry,
poets rent a helicopter
to bombard the national palace
with poems on bookmarks,
and everyone in the courtyard
rushes to grab a poem
fluttering from the sky,
blinded by weeping.
 
In the republic of poetry,
the guard at the airport
will not allow you to leave the country
until you declaim a poem for her
and she says Ah! Beautiful.
 
 

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