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Himno (in Spanish)

No soy un visionario,
no soy revolucionario.
Pero soy hombre simple,
quién espera un mejor mañana.
Creo que el sol brillará
y las nubes saldrán.
Creo en rosas
y amor y paz.
Creo que todos
los seres humanos
estarán libres algún día;
libres, e iguales.
iCreo en amor
y canto este himno!

Villanelle - Why am I a writer?

Why am I a writer?
Why bother pentameter?
Why must ink stain paper?

Why have I nought better?
Than be a story-teller;
Why am I a writer?

While men earn and prosper,
I am just a word-monger;
Why must ink stain paper?

I may be a great master
Or just a poetaster
Why am I a writer?

Why mess with rhyme and meter,
With plotline and character?
Why must ink stain paper?

Why not live a quieter
Life of peace that's better?
Why must ink stain paper?
Why am I a writer?

Tin Sheets

They've put tin sheets around my house.

That house in the middle of the city,
built so very long ago by grandpa,
when I was not even born,
shall they break it down?

The grills on the window,
with the big sill on which I sat,
watching suburban trains go past;
and that window that never opened,
will they break them now?

That attic in which I could play,
and not be found for hours;
and all the sundry stuff in it
Among which I was general, king or slave
In a perfect fancy world,
will they break them now?

The kitchen platform with the burners,
one for sacred, god-offered meals,
the other for cooking abhishtam things,
when grandmother was not around;
and the shelves with old wooden doors
groaning with sterling heirlooms,
will they break them now?

The tall wardrobe in the room
on which my cousin kept things
which I should not read;
or the iron cot in the corner
that creaked under grandpa's weight;
or that ancient blotted mirror,
will they break them now?

That ancient wooden staircase,
that spiralled to the te…