Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ARIZONA POEMS: 2. MEXICAN QUARTER, by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER Poet's Biography First Line: By an alley lined with tumble-down shacks Last Line: "are mud walls in a waste of sand." Subject(s): Chicanos; Mexican Americans | ||||||||
By an alley lined with tumble-down shacks And street-lamps askew, half-sputtering, Feebly glimmering on gutters choked with filth and dogs Scratching their mangy backs: Half-naked children are running about, Women puff cigarettes in black doorways, Crickets are crying. Men slouch sullenly Into the shadows: Behind a hedge of cactus, The smell of a dead horse Mingles with the smell of tamales frying. And a girl in a black lace shawl Sits in a rickety chair by the square of an unglazed window, And sees the explosion of the stars Softly poised on a velvet sky. And she is humming to herself: -- "Stars, if I could reach you, (You are so very clear that it seems as if I could reach you) I would give you all to Madonna's image, On the grey-plastered altar behind the paper flowers, So that Juan would come back to me, And we could live again those lazy burning hours Forgetting the tap of my fan and my sharp words. And I would only keep four of you, Those two blue-white ones overhead, To hang in my ears; And those two orange ones yonder, To fasten on my shoe-buckles." A little further along the street A man sits stringing a brown guitar. The smoke of his cigarette curls round his head, And he, too, is humming, but other words: "Think not that at your window I wait; New love is better, the old is turned to hate. Fate! Fate! All things pass away; Life is forever, youth is for a day. Love again if you may Before the stars are blown out of the sky And the crickets die; Babylon and Samarkand Are mud walls in a waste of sand." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CANADA IN ENGLISH by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA A CAPELLA by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA EL ANGEL DE LA GUARDA by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA EL BRUJO by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA EL COMETA by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA ARIZONA POEMS: 4. THE WINDMILLS by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER |
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