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For Chile
In
the republic of poetry,
a
train full of poets
rolls south in the rain
as
plum trees rock
and
horses kick the air,
and
village bands
parade down the aisle
with
trumpets, with bowler hats,
followed by the president
of
the republic,
shaking every hand.
In
the republic of poetry,
monks print verses about the night
on
boxes of monastery chocolate,
kitchens in restaurants
use
odes for recipes
from
eel to artichoke,
and
poets eat for free.
In
the republic of poetry,
poets read to the baboons
at
the zoo, and all the primates,
poets and baboons alike, scream for joy.
In
the republic of poetry,
poets rent a helicopter
to
bombard the national palace
with
poems on bookmarks,
and
everyone in the courtyard
rushes to grab a poem
fluttering from the sky,
blinded by weeping.
In
the republic of poetry,
the
guard at the airport
will
not allow you to leave the country
until you declaim a poem for her
and
she says Ah! Beautiful. |