foray
Rock n' Roll Doggie
Borges, your glorious harvest, grain by grain
my one eye carries antlike to my brain
Your visions and voice a stirring music start
with answering drumbeats from the hearer's heart.
I could not know how soul in Spanish sings
(heard only on the radio selling things)
Till two translators raised you from the dead,
taking you on their tongues like holy bread.
by Virginia Hamilton Adair
written for scholar-poets "R.M" and "R.G.B"
my one eye carries antlike to my brain
Your visions and voice a stirring music start
with answering drumbeats from the hearer's heart.
I could not know how soul in Spanish sings
(heard only on the radio selling things)
Till two translators raised you from the dead,
taking you on their tongues like holy bread.
by Virginia Hamilton Adair
written for scholar-poets "R.M" and "R.G.B"
