Long Buffaloes Poems

Soliloquio del Individuo by Nicanor Parra, Translated by T. Wignesan


(Homage to Nicanor PARRA, 1914-2018, the Chilean ANTI-POET, winner of the "Cervantes Prize" (the highest literary honour for writers in Spanish), four times nominated for the...

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'BRRRING BRRRING' said the telephone

“Oh hello” said the wide viewfinder to the telephone. “How are you today?” The telephone fell silent. Very silent. It had no battery with which to call, speak, shout or do...

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SECOND part of the translation from Rabindranath Tagore's Poem "CAMELLIA'"


I was on my travel carrying the plant in a pot.
Found out, the co-passenger was not an easy co-traveller,
In a two-compartment vehicle,
I hid the plant in...

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BEYOND THE HORIZON

Beyond the horizon, three oceans meet the sky,
It is the land of plenty; you cannot travel in a day,
It is wider than the man’s vision and has no end.
Beyond the horizon, there is...

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Sunny, hot, humid, summer morning, taking my first train ride
 I'm so excited and it's thrilling can't wait to go north where it's cool 
to stay with my grandpa and grandma.
Ma and pa say I'm...

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are you free, humanity, by power of love 
or in chain by love of power or by lack of it? 

a student of The School of Resentment asks…

back in time,
at such dominant spaces  
called...

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It was 6.15, in the morning, 
I was in a deep sleep, 
The rising sun pierced the thatched roof and made my skin burn,
I wrapped the blanket tight   - no use it was...

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A weasel wibble wobbling can be said to have ingested copious amounts of indemonstrable indelible ink today as it soared into doorways, hallways, cloakrooms, and buffet tables. Buffet tables are neither buffaloes or bongos. In...

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2/23/24

It's not in all the books we read
Souls put to sea
Continual butchery
They carry on crookedly
Trying to coat the truth with something sugary
Some know and don't care others never could agree
A never ending battle where evil...

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Celluloid produces, like robots, many superheroes,
Who, like rat-snakes, in real life, is cowardice zeroes; 
A Tamil-hero, for instance, catches flying bullets,
Re-sends them and massacres many villains, like pullets...!

There's heaven-hell difference betwixt real life and reel,
Though...

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The pointed ears of a snail can be quite ornate really. Especially if adorned with precious stones as earrings. Buffaloes bulbous brows bear banging bunions. Marvellous. Just marvellous it is to watch the glass moving...

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We’ve all heard stories of those who climb to distant mountain tops
searching for their sages
hoping to find enlightenment and the wisdom of the ages

In our homes…our shops…our libraries…many a shelf is rife
with books on how...

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Sitting by a moss-covered tree illuminated by sunlight at three,
he plays the very song that his anscestors played yesterday;
remembering what the peaceful and wild land was and will be...
by accepting the fact that his tomorrow...

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Time spent in Indian village, is - wisdom won plenty,
Wealth in the urn of common sense, here, never go empty...

Day here, though with chirps of birds, never dawns with no prayer,
Whether from Temple, mosque, church,...

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Lakota, Arapaho
Cheyenne, Oglala
Minneconjou
Where are they now?
Why is there so much dust
Over a fillet of memory?
The smoke fires are dead
And the discords of our life
We write as history.

     It is significant still
...

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Spare a thought
For buffaloes, bulls and bears groaning, mourning, starving
Under your collar don’t blow hot
Making rivers and rodents sad, carving 

Space and time you don’t own
Encroaching on privileges animals and plants possess
In their comfort and...

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The King Of Beasts
By Roy Merritt

I don’t do very much,
I don’t attend to labors
I lay around most of the time 
And sometimes eat my neighbors

I don’t do any of the hunting either
I leave that to...

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They've come at last, the stealers of stars, 
From their travels afar,
With their muck-spewers, tree-hewers, earth-movers,
Beer, axes, guns, grenades, deer on skewers.
They burp and belch and blaspheme
While they drunkenly dig and demolish
The earth and urinate...

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I am sitting by the bank of the river,
reflecting what my reflections in the water mean to me,
the calm and serenity of the eddies and waves,
sends my thoughts in the endless tranquility.

The images of my...

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Walk through the jungle, and realize how calm and silent the day can be.
Creatures of every kind roam, big and small, venomous and dangerous—each defined by their nature. Yet peace still exists.

Recently—in times of growth,...

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In May—When The Nomads Migrate To The Forest-side Meadows
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Give him, a glutton, Excessive doze of the drink—
An ancient Arabian queen would give his king at bedtime
And leave to her lame lover in a den.
Or if...

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I heard them spoke in the dark of that house.
Their voices boomed in the middle of the night.
I saw their faces in the dark through their white teeth which 
exposed them in the old night.
Their...

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He is the sound of a waterdrop 
A waterdrop off a leaf into a pond
He keeps monkeys and trees, bond
And works zebras for donkeys

He sprinkles scent on flowers 
And enchants buffaloes for mowers
He spells vultures...

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Where the eyes lost their sparkles
Through the prairies-shadow lie,
What is South Dakota 
	A collective of arrowheads,
Deers, or buffaloes' dried skin?

	Is the great Sioux chief sleeping?.... 
	Or watching us
With his racy soul?...
	Or is he in the...

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It's winds remembers names of those who vanished ages ago
ancient hills locals claim are mountains
Time itself has reduce them to piles of boulders
slowing seceding survival
thin trees stick up and brush and sage populate slopes
just bumps...

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