Last Known Poem

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This poem is by my son.  Apparently it was written in Spanish and then he appended his own translation.  We found it in his papers when cleaning his rooms after his death.  I can't vouch for the Spanish, but he did spend 3 years over there, and had written other poems in Spanish and even read at a public reading in Seville.  Anyway, I kept it as he wrote it.

Quiero recostarme bajo
un cielo sin nubes en el cielo
En la euforia concentrada
de un campo infinito de amapolas rojas.
Sus frutas amargas goteandose con su blanco
mejor que miel mas profunda
que sueno sueno paz
Mente masajeada dentro y fuera
por el zumbido de mil
abejas zumbando alrededor
visitando cada flor.

Cada flor otro sueno
los petalos rojos de cada flor
brillan, llenos de luz del sol.
En el cielo solo azul claro
No nubes, solo templos blancos distantes
tramutandose por encima
de abejas y amapolas rojas balanceandose
en la brisa y azul claro, luz y blanco
con amarillo y negro y amarillo
y negro y medias de polen
y azul claro luz y blanco
[como si el ? estuviera al reves aguantando la respiracion]
o como si yo estuviera decansando en su fondo mirando la superficie
pero entre el final encima y yo fuera
mas limpio, no muerte, no lucha
solo ser azul estar lleno con la luz del sol
azul claro luz

Sin hambre, sin deseo
apenas respirando
excepto por luz y blanca miel
y luz y blanca miel
que se hincha como gotas de rocio
gotas que corren y despues resbalan
por abajo del tallo
entre mis dedos a mis dedos quietos
y estoy en paz




I want to lay under
a cloudless sky
in the concentrated bliss
of an infinite field of red poppies.
Their bitter fruit bursting with white
better than honey deeper
than sleep sleep peace
mind massaged in and out
by the buzz of a thousand
bees busy bumbling about
visiting every flower.

Every flower another dream,
every bright red flower’s petals
filled with sunlight.
No clouds, just distant white
temples transmuting above bees
and red poppies swaying in the breeze
and light blue light and white
with yellow and black and yellow
and black and sticky pollen stockings
and light blue light and white.
Like the ocean was upside down and holding its breath
or I were at the bottom looking up
but cleaner no dying no struggle
between me and the end above
just being blue being filled with sunlight
light blue light

No hunger no desire
barely breathing
but for light and white honey
and light and white honey
swells like dew drops
drops run then crawl down the stem
between my fingers to still fingers
and I am at peace.