EVERYDAY, MY EARTH
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Eva Skrande
Eva Skrande was born in Havana, Cuba and grew up in Miami. She earned a B.A. from Sarah Lawrence College, an M.F.A. from Iowa, and is currently finishing a Ph.D. in Creative Writing at the University of Houston. Her poems have appeared in the American Poetry Review, American Voice, Iowa Review, Ploughshares, and the Alaska Quarterly, among others. Her chapbook, the Gates of the Somnambulist was published by Jeanne Duval EditionsBy Eva Skrande
Published on 05/3/2002
Everyday, my earth, I kiss your seven continents
and marry your rivers. Your fish, your birds
my language at dawn. Let there be no secrets
between my mountains and your cities.
and marry your rivers. Your fish, your birds
my language at dawn. Let there be no secrets
between my mountains and your cities.
Everyday, my earth, I kiss your seven continents
and marry your rivers. Your fish, your birds
my language at dawn. Let there be no secrets
between my mountains and your cities.
Look how carefully the cartographers
marked your inlets and your palms,
how many sailors want to worship your knees' winds.
Your rivers make a sun of my tongue.
Near your thighs I feel as if I'm saving someone--
maybe an exiled hero, maybe the night,
maybe the refugee boats,
whatever swims upward to avoid famine and plague.
Copyright © Eva Skrande, 2002. All Rights Reserved.
and marry your rivers. Your fish, your birds
my language at dawn. Let there be no secrets
between my mountains and your cities.
Look how carefully the cartographers
marked your inlets and your palms,
how many sailors want to worship your knees' winds.
Your rivers make a sun of my tongue.
Near your thighs I feel as if I'm saving someone--
maybe an exiled hero, maybe the night,
maybe the refugee boats,
whatever swims upward to avoid famine and plague.
Copyright © Eva Skrande, 2002. All Rights Reserved.