Caravels Poems - Poems about Caravels

...Beneath the everyday attire, the spirit falls ill, dormant, In the monotony that seems an eternity of silver smoke, contingent. Boredom weaves its fabric between walls of flesh, walking dead, Many......

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...Columbus was not the slightest bit offended At King Ferdinand's dismissive sound When he declared the world was round, His was not a plan that very many comprehended. Though the queen, Isabella, ......

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...When soft zephyrs are stirring arbor leaves Words may be overheard whispered from trees. Leaned against a trunk, my ears on alert, This ranger heard soft words from a filbert. A long-limbed wat......

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...On third voyage five centuries ago sailed the Spanish Main a Queen’s fleet south-west, and the age of discovery’s great glow shone upon caravels in ocean quest. Into island passage be......

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...The words of sea although adventurous, rapturous, salty ... They are also aware how to be sweet and homemade ... They are fon of waves, ......

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...Into a frail boyhood, The moment seizes us More than we grasp Its shady edges. Little by little, We undress the bruised knees And the warm wounds To the grown-up day That winks at the kites. ......

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...Ah Consuela! Invoking vast vistas for visions of green Spanish eyes, I discern them again where she left me back then,                  as we kissed when she parted, my friend. Through those ruins......

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...I hear guitars a’ calling in the gloaming’s final fling when sinking suns subdue their flames and fairies take to wing as day departs, a yawning ash, beneath a dusky haze igniting one by one the j......

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...The homes are opening up in the mist like grief of figures with eyes, opened up to the sea tract. The walls are crumbling, to this evening groaning with strength. Who is shouting there? Who is......

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...Columbus, you again Your rotten caravels still unforgotten Silhouette of flitting bats And old wives tale of true honor For at each wheel The old African seamen Rana Raraku And their big nose......

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...When I write this moon on my eyes Who will read? In what language will you discover Your surprise At the boundary of words Babel high between you and I? My moon is my only representation Of ......

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...I do not write of trees today Rain forests doomed from the first time The caravels slant across the bay I do not hear bird songs Silking sunset or dawn Today I am warrior I am on the streets of......

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...My island slept for years in the care Of Tainos, Caribs and Arawak Their canoes on the sea breast bare Dreaming of milk from manioc The swamps unscarred, trees secure Batos and songs rinsed in t......

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...When we pleasantly stroll down the streets or boulevards of any historical city or town, we stops pensively and reflect deeply by the magnificent monuments erected for the great; and reading th......

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...One of the four sons of a wool-weaver, Christopher Columbus became a great navigator, who went to sea to learn the sailor's skills and later to discover a land filled with riches; rejected by Th......

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