THE BRIDE
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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
Like a bride who weeps for her country's exiled palm trees,
I am honey and morning.
I kiss your sea's red intemperance.
For the scroll's pleasure,
I offer corn and her evening.
I am honey and morning.
I kiss your sea's red intemperance.
For the scroll's pleasure,
I offer corn and her evening.
Like a bride who weeps for her country's exiled palm trees,
I am honey and morning.
I kiss your sea's red intemperance.
For the scroll's pleasure,
I offer corn and her evening.
Your hair belongs to the miners of honey.
Where your hair is the envy of tulips,
sow mountain goats. In the nape of your song,
sew the Seine and her flame's birds.
You for whom the haycarts hovered near the sun.
You who breaks my violets with his gentleness,
who uproots the refugee boats on their way home
with his laughter.
Copyright © Eva Skrande, 2002. All Rights Reserved.
I am honey and morning.
I kiss your sea's red intemperance.
For the scroll's pleasure,
I offer corn and her evening.
Your hair belongs to the miners of honey.
Where your hair is the envy of tulips,
sow mountain goats. In the nape of your song,
sew the Seine and her flame's birds.
You for whom the haycarts hovered near the sun.
You who breaks my violets with his gentleness,
who uproots the refugee boats on their way home
with his laughter.
Copyright © Eva Skrande, 2002. All Rights Reserved.