Tarry with me tonight My dear firelight! Your precious warmth be My solitary company. It’s my plush blanket

Spring days like these Were made for katie ruellia— Who is royalty among flowers— Robed delicately in purple. There – she arrived for the festiv…

An inhospitable truth I have To carry throughout my life That must stay buried in my heart— What a terrible truth! It dances on my tongue

Among hills Apache red Where damas and vaqueros Built up a homestead Past the mercados And hills with a vague past

On Havana’s white shore – With each salt-infused whirl That agitates its border— Every sand is a potential pearl.

I saw a woman emerge from a shadow With a sly demeanor and look about… Her sequined dress was aglow. She didn’t know I was also out. I watched her remove a silver shoe

Star of wonder, star of power Bluest of steel blue It shines at the midnight hour. More wondrous than Regulus Its eight points burst forth

Often conversation carries Us through the day For talking about things is Basic to an alliance Yet at other times, we survive

Bless each palo verde bloom— Those cuplets kissed by the sun My vision wants to consume That thus have raptured my love. See how they speckle the tree

What a brutal sun that assaults th… Where cacti and mescals dare to ab… Here and there, dozens of petrogly… Decorating the canyon may be espie… In large nesting circles neatly dr…

Coming from within a rising hedge Of voluptuous white oleander— I sensed a turmoil; one writhe Seduced better than before And within the naked boughs

Rabat is a black pearl Of cellophanic rainbow Gazing upon waves that curl And lick a shore little known. Gibraltar is the dock

Oh star – brightest star – That’s first in the sky – I don’t need advice; I just need an ear. Nobody else must know

The Moon became quietly jealous One night when I surveyed Venus. The usual glory reserved for her Went to the dancer with Perseus. At first, she passed for a star

Come and find me in this garden; I know not where the hours go. Palm fronds brush against my cheek… Lone toadstool, blush of mallow. They say this is the Garden of Ed…