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RE: The Caller (my translation of Oswaldo Acevedo's poem) Part I

in #poetry6 years ago

I love the flipping of a cliche -
I am, in this desolate night, 35
my own best enemy
my unsatisfied guardian angel

and while poetry usually goes over my head, this speaks to me.
Thank you Henrry for taking the time and making the effort to bring Oswaldo Acevedo's words to others!