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María Isabel Novillo
Born in 1954 in Caracas, of a Spanish family. Lives in Mérida, in the Andes, studying and writing. Books include: Poemas perregrinos, 2004; Memorias del caballero de la isla, 2008. In her first book of poems Metálica Virtud (1992) she uses the images of the ancient art of alchemy to explore, in poems with many levels of symbolism, necessary dissolution and the possibility of going beyond it. |
CALCIFICATION It's getting dark Outside I don't want any other face to appear And I've lost my humility. It's raining harder on this side. I'm going to light the lamps Let everything be consumed. Even the oil of your name.
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CEREMONY We brought our cheeks together Three times three. And you, masterfully, And falling backwards...
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NEITHER WITH IT NOR ON IT I always needed shields: Three drops of tincture of amethyst Now, rum. And the only amethyst
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from The Knight of the Island
The rider's soul Ruby horse: live life It rides poems one over the other The crown of its mane in the distance. The splendor Communion. Dawn Psalm Gazelle's eyes. Moist jewel. The threshing floors and hay cut in the mountains The amber and purple hues of evening. October and November afternoons Certainty of good. Trust like that, pure trust, between two people: Given, simple
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