‘Cello by Ramón C. Sunico
'Cello
Ramón C. SunicoYou would not think
the way he carries it in
that he carries a thing:the way he favors
his left hand (which touches
its strings) as if it were a wingthat touched God; the way
his knees cling to its sides
as if it were love. It ishis cross, to love
a mermaid whose hair
can sing, his crossto bear, a wooden box,
half hourglass, half
hollowness restrainingresonant air, to know
what is not woman, not thing
but voice,and, with the audience
mute as landscapes,
to let it scream.22 xii 87
MARGINALIA
It is night again, and it’s never easy. I am alone in my room, reading poems from one of my favourite poets, wishing I had his book, wishing it wasn’t so hard to find. I am reading from an old journal where I have scribbled his poems, where I have written his verses for years, from copies borrowed from friends, from old college notes when I took that one poetry class that changed my life.
I am walking barefoot in my room, a poem in my hands, reading, smoking, thinking of a lover that isn’t there.
My heart is bruise.
KEEP READING
SHARED WITH GRATITUDE
This poem appeared in Bruise: A 2-Tongue Job by Ramón C. Sunico, published by Indio Ink, 1995. (Available on: Amazon • Bookshop)
ABOUT RAMóN C. SUNICO
Ramón C. Sunico is a teacher, editor, book designer and bilingual writer with two books of poetry and three books for children, the first of which Two Friends, One World, won the first ever Palanca Award first prize for Story for Children. Its Tagalog version also won. Before he returned to teaching, he managed Cacho Publishing House for over 2 decades. He pioneered in the production of bilingual, parallel-text picture books, now a standard in the industry. He wrote, designed, printed… (more)
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nanette d. sunico
awesome poem..:)
Iulia Flame
Swoon.