<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=484846" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Poem From Lina S. R.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">He said, “Bug-at ang akong dughan.”<br>“I wear a heavy heart.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Does grief really cling like a legion of bats on the cavewalls of his memory? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">On the drooping branches that are his shoulders, <br>would the crow of betrayal perch? <br>Is there space enough to build, slowly, its nest? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He uttered, 'natandog ko, '<br>“I am moved.”<br>and I told him I do not hold him responsible for my own desires.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On that day I dropped by to visit, I suddenly saw<br>That he was no longer with me even as he sat<br>In front of me at the dining table; he had migrated, <br>Riding on the steeled wings of longing towards far Germany<br>Near the spires of the Cologne Cathedral where his beloved dwells.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While I waited for his return, I sought refuge in the mild<br>Aroma of coffee, the beans of which came from Guatemala.<br>At dawn, he had roasted and ground these beans and mixed a brew<br>That became the dark ecstasy that he poured into my cup.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My vast powers had turned to cinders. I fled away from his kindness.<br>The only baggage I carried is this heavy weight of aching to touch flesh.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here I am now a bakwit, like the widows whose husbands<br>are warriors in this long and undeclared war.<br>They whose stories he listened to and whose portraits he limned in Mamasapano.<br>Like the mudfish that was caught in the Liguasan Marsh<br>That he hung on the laundry line so that its flesh will dry<br>completely in the crawling fierce heat of the sun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=484846" data-title="A Poem From Lina S. R. de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="He said, “Bug-at ang akong dughan.” “I wear a heavy heart.' Does grief really cling like a legion of bats on the cavewalls of his memory? On the drooping branches that are his shoulders, would the crow of betrayal perch? Is there space ..."></div> </div> </div>

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