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Of Age

July 28, 2008

Was it early morning,
or beyond its edge?
And so, at a certain age
I stepped out to bear the world
before me,
and
my shadow was twice my size;
my image still untold.

I’ve been told beware of intimations—
clinging to my unspoken silence, I sensed
the howling wind had griefs of its own.
Was it late afternoon,
or before its turn?

Tino Villanueva

This poem was taken from Hay Otra Voz

Tino Villanueva emerged as an important voice of Chicano expression in the early 1970s. A poet and an academic, his personal endeavors as a writer were stimulated by the struggle for socio-political emancipation and the heightened cultural awareness that characterized the Chicano Movement of the late 1960s and early 1970s. The poetic voice for him is an existential affirmation of being by which one achieves salvation from silence, chaos, and annihilation.

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  1. Reyes Cardenas permalink
    July 29, 2008 9:16 am

    I only have one argument here with Tino. With the stanza change “my image still untold.” he should not have started the next line with another “told” as in “I’ve been told beware of intimations—”. You know, Tino and I wrote for the same alternative newspaper in San Marcos,Texas though at different times.He being a San Marcos native,me being a Seguin,little towns 27 miles apart.Big football rivalry,not that either one of us played football.Well, I don’t know if he did or not,I certainly didn’t.I did write about sports for the high school paper.Just a tidbit of a comment.

  2. anisa permalink*
    July 30, 2008 4:38 am

    I don’t know if it makes a difference, but there is supposed to be a space between those two sentences. For some reason, it’s hard to add that space in WordPress.
    (although rereading the poem again, I see what you mean.)

    Well, even if you didn’t play football, I can understand that rivalry– me being a “Cowgirl” because of where I went to high school, our main rivals were always the Harlandale Indians. terrible, huh? I’m off now, to read your poem of the day…

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