[to the Spanish language]
rosa espinosa extravagant words
most emblematic of the rose is your music, undeterred
by the spiny creatures flung on land
by the petulant tides of any other language
how I love your red blossoms rosa espinosa
how I loved your song
blooming over the walls of my dolls' English
ladies land and some of their organza stitched by hand
or cross stitched I see you pictured on the flash cards
beautiful as a foreign land
bought for us by my Grandmother one summer
when I learned Serenata on the piano
by Enrique Granados and spelled you
gleaming through los jardines
I heard your
string sprung primavera, primavera
rosa espinosa I said when a child
I will sing you forever
and the roses say as they said then:
she isn't wrong
to say so, sing so think this way through
flame on flame as petal to petal
finding the names in the fairy flowerbeds
or like Easter eggs at Easter dyed lilac, turquoise
opal and red and golden golden rosy it rolls away into
the side yards
rosy rung rung the school bell delighting, lighting the way
poinsettia stars came out
and reigned over us anytime
and not only at Christmas.
mary angela douglas 12 april 2015
rosa espinosa extravagant words
most emblematic of the rose is your music, undeterred
by the spiny creatures flung on land
by the petulant tides of any other language
how I love your red blossoms rosa espinosa
how I loved your song
blooming over the walls of my dolls' English
ladies land and some of their organza stitched by hand
or cross stitched I see you pictured on the flash cards
beautiful as a foreign land
bought for us by my Grandmother one summer
when I learned Serenata on the piano
by Enrique Granados and spelled you
gleaming through los jardines
I heard your
string sprung primavera, primavera
rosa espinosa I said when a child
I will sing you forever
and the roses say as they said then:
she isn't wrong
to say so, sing so think this way through
flame on flame as petal to petal
finding the names in the fairy flowerbeds
or like Easter eggs at Easter dyed lilac, turquoise
opal and red and golden golden rosy it rolls away into
the side yards
rosy rung rung the school bell delighting, lighting the way
poinsettia stars came out
and reigned over us anytime
and not only at Christmas.
mary angela douglas 12 april 2015
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