<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=535696" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Year I Almost Became A Catholic by Raul Voz</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(translated from the Spanish by Warren Falcon) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The year I almost became a Catholic<br>5 stars rose from your breasts in Spring.<br>My nest was a sudden disturbance in blue.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A veil</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a floating head</div><div style="margin:10px 0">bleeding thorns</div><div style="margin:10px 0">adorned your white throat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I fled from my boat after one <br>long night of fishing only to <br>arrive ashore with torn nets <br>and apparitions upon my knees.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Without will my cursing ceased.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I discovered I was speechless.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I learned to speak with my hands.<br>Curious circular clouds surrounded<br>particular heads without logic.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Genuflections strange rearranged<br>the air in front of my chest while I<br>sat upon or hid my left hand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Purple became everything dear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Roses diminished before your <br>bare feet treading upon a serpent, <br>a tourniquet of gold each ankle <br>entwining.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Virgin stars minus 5 surrounded<br>your curved shape defiant of robes<br>meant to convey the holy restraining<br>in my groin.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Odd collections mounted in the attic <br>where I retired to cloister and wait.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Leaden pilgrimage up and down pointless<br>stairs accumulated distance.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My beard became a convention of lepers and bells.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Fingernail parings</div><div style="margin:10px 0">clumps of hair</div><div style="margin:10px 0">bits of flesh</div><div style="margin:10px 0">sacks of ears</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>all were relics in the making.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I became an accountant listing and numbering each holy scrap.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I tried not to be critical but my eyes lied.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I could not confess except by pencil, <br>leaving notes and grease stains<br>for the priest to interpret.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Absolution my hope, <br>a mute vow was my prosthesis.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then Spring returned.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My boat sank. All mended nets, <br>a year's work, were lost.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nothing to do.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I return to you, a parenthesis in the sea of loneliness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Each star, each breast, you have removed<br>in my absence, mourning made permanent, <br>scars upon your throat oddly fish-shaped.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Astonished, my voice returns, curses then caresses, <br>withered left hand free to unravel regret nerve for <br>nerve, the only net worth mending.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I reserve this one strange act from a year of orthodoxy, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">to anoint your feet with tears.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I dry them with my hair, your outstretched arms<br>a beseeching beyond emptiness, your chest barren<br>but for my hands remembering the uses of prayer, <br>kisses but murmurs, rumored stars where swollen sails had been.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Warren+Falcon">Warren Falcon</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=535696" data-title="The Year I Almost Became A Catholic by Raul Voz de Warren Falcon" data-description="(translated from the Spanish by Warren Falcon) The year I almost became a Catholic 5 stars rose from your breasts in Spring. My nest was a sudden disturbance in blue. A veil a floating head bleeding thorns adorned your white throat. I fled ..."></div> </div> </div>

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