Showing posts with label Luis Cabalquinto. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Luis Cabalquinto. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Mayon Unlimited





Certain dimensions are altered
by chance height or
deliberate distance.

On this slope at 25 hundred feet
rivers and roads,
hills and houses

Shrink. Even the sea is changed,
becomes a kitchen plate of blue—
so empty, so new.

And this proud breast-mountain
turns into a fulcrum
for the universe—

Brings us to the company of stars:
beyond its graveled
bouldered peak,

We hear the arguments of suns,
the briefs of planets,
judgments of galaxies.

We hear the relevance of men questioned:
our politics and terrors,
our many gods and treasures

into awesome absurdities reduced.



"The View from Mt. Mayon"
by Luis Cabalquinto
The Literary Apprentice 47:2, November 1974, 74.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Sa Puro Kan Kadlagan


Probaran mong imahinaron kun ano an ginibo ninda ki Armando.
Pagkadakop saiya sa engkwentro, dinara siya sa puro kan kadlagan.
Duman hinubaan siya ninda, saka nginirisihan ta’ mayo nin bulbol.
Tinagpas an saiyang dungo sagkod talinga,
Hinuldo saka dinuldog an saiyang mga mata,
Tinaga an saro niyang kamot, saka siya kinadog-kadog.
Isinulmok siya sa daga, rinugtas an saiyang buto sagkod bayag,
Dangan isinu’so sa saiya man sanang nguso. Dai sinda nakuntento;
Sinapsap ninda an duwang lapnad nang suso,
Pinalaob siya kan saro sainda saka kinado-kado.
Nag-aagrutong pa siya kan badilon sa payo kan saro sa sainda.
Pagkatapos siyang iwalat para ipaon sa mga hantik
Ruminulukso sinda sa naghaharak-hatak na salog, nagkararigos
Nganing magkawaraswas an langsa sa mga hawak ninda.


Susog sa "Edge of the Woods"
ni Luis Cabalquinto
2001

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