meditations on language

de filosofia no sé;
del amor tampoco o menos;
pero me pones pensar tu
si es posible mancar
lo que aún no haya tenido.

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*

this morning the light comes
through glass as if it were

autumn, but there is no poem
in it. in english,

one can say only i miss you,
but that doesn’t cover

by half the september sun
he says i need.

in italian, mi manchi,
you are lacking to me;

a lesson in grapeskins
and empty palms.

in spanish the thing,
like autumn morning light,

gets nearer: me haces falta,
te echo de menos,

te extraño: you make me lack;
you make me less;

i miss you. like a third hand
to turn the door knob

when my arms are wrapped
around your waist.

27 thoughts on “meditations on language

  1. Pingback: Tu me manques « The Bard of Liminga

  2. “in spanish the thing,
    like autumn morning light,

    gets nearer: me haces falta,
    te echo de menos,

    te extraño: you make me lack;
    you make me less;

    i miss you. like a third hand
    to turn the door knob

    when my arms are wrapped
    around your waist.”

    The “I miss you” got me. with love and respect, el Moosk

  3. “but that doesn’t cover
    by half the september sun
    he says i need” … This blows my mind. Amazing.

    “you are lacking to me;
    a lesson in grapeskins
    and empty palms” … Seriously. This is superb poetry. I am very impressed with you.

    The integration of assorted languages always adds spice to a poem. Well done.

  4. I miss you. like a third hand
    to turn the door knob

    when my arms are wrapped
    around your waist.

    scrumptuous imagery in these lines….a great polyglot shot from the heart to pen.

  5. Beautiful poem. There are many ideas, especially in the realm of love, of relationship, where English cannot seem to go deep enough. I love the ending… i miss you. like a third hand
    to turn the door knob

    when my arms are wrapped
    around your waist.

    Well done.

  6. a lesson in grapeskins
    and empty palms…

    and like a third hand to turn the doorknob when my arms are around your waist…my two favorite parts joanna….this is lovely….and sometimes there are just not the words…smiles..

  7. Such well-written poetry, I’d enjoy also to copy each line. they are so integrated. To pick out one is like deciding what topping to put on ice cream. I just add some of everything. And…oh yeah–I miss ya. OK? –grin!

    • thanks, Wanderer. it seems people are definitely drawn to those last lines. a little strange since initially they were split by another couplet. huh. the virtue of editing, i guess. 🙂

  8. This is just a beautiful poem. The comparisons to the different languages are themselves musical and beautiful, and then, of course, the closing lines are the kicker. Really lovely. k.

  9. Reblogged this on glacialtides and commented:
    Just discovered you J.S. and you are in my hometown.Richmond and I have pseudonym of Glacialtides here. I used to poetize and write at Blogstream, but, it went away > just saying Hello at five to midnight Work tomorrow. Iwan to folow your work and discover how I discovered you by accident. I recognized the richmond skyline Manchester Bridge…. like whatt i have read . i shall return with permission. Night Ulric Hubert Rainard on FB

    • Hi Ulric, nice to “meet” you! Thank you so much for your kind words & your reblogging over at glacialtides. So glad you found me on Facebook as well. It’s always nice to meet fellow Richmonders out in the world. I did not grow up here, but I think this town leaves its mark on anyone who passes through her. I take a lot of my pictures from around town, and the river. Please feel welcome to return here at the-tenth-muse anytime. 🙂 Have a wonderful day, and weekend.
      –J.S.

      • So Joanna, I came to visit my writing barn and wandered back into yours and scrolled until I found you again… three months
        passed _ I hope your life is well. i myself had a stroke last Friday morning_ out here south of Seattle, but I am recovering well,
        except, that _ today; they called a code on me, when I was giving up the vials of blood for follow up tests for my new best friend, Dr. H
        Ain’t life grand! I love your writing. It is wondrous. Have a wonderful day and I hope the Holidays are wonderful, too. Ulric Bye
        p.s. and… It is very nice to meet you as well, and thank you for all of your contributions_To this good earth.UHR

        • Oh, Ulric, that’s so scary! My heart goes out to you, my friend, and I hope by the time you see this, things have stabilized and you’re doing much better. It’s simply lovely to hear from you. It is a very busy holiday season here for me with family stuff going on, a new apartment, and a lot of going up and down the road to and from Richmond. I hope your holidays are calmer! And I wish you good fortune and good health for the new year that is coming. Stay in touch!
          –jsl

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