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
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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.
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…