In the Mountains of Haiti
(In the City)
-July is a hot month-sweating
Poverty out on every street
(In Port de Prince); mixing
Memory with desire causes stirring.
Not much rain in Haiti (in 1986);
Summer kept us busy, building
A medical clinic, in the mountains?.
(In the Mountains)
-A new life, for the dried-up village.
With only a shower of sun-beams
(Resting) coming over my shoulders
I stopped work to rest-;
The others (young) kept working in the sun,
They all got sick-bed-ridden.
And my teammates became frightened.
(Night comes)
-A heap of fragmented images
Where the sun-beams used to beat
(And the dried up foliage gave no shelter)
Gave-way, to the sounds of crickets
And night's voodoo drums.
Shadows from rocks-extended out
Seemed to shout, shout-talk!...
(Night Noises)
-I never knew what they were thinking
Somehow, they seem to speak to me now.
Footsteps; fires crackling; voices chanting:
By bushes, tress, and huts-all about;
All nightly noises that never stopped-
No wind under the door-nothing;
You see, know nothing-only hear
(?you are alive).
Note [#777; 7/27/05]: The author spent some time in Port de Prince, Haiti, at an Orphanage doing some work with the children; helped put on a puppet show; as well as the author spending some time in the mountains of Haiti, doing some work on building a medical clinic with a team from his church for a village that had no medical means; 19-students; he was the elder you could say, or one of the two; back in 1986.
In Spanish
En las monta?as de Hait?
(En la ciudad)
Julio es un mes caluroso-h?medo
La pobreza afuera en cada calle
(En el puerto de Pr?ncipe); mezclando
La memoria con el deseo causando emoci?n.
No llov?a mucho en Hait? (en 1986)
El verano nos mantuvo ocupados, construyendo
Una cl?nica medica, en las monta?as?.
(En las monta?as)
-una nueva vida, por la des?rtica villa.
Con solamente una ducha rayos de sol
(Descansar) que viene sobre mis hombros
Par? el trabajo para descansar un rato-;
Los dem?s (j?venes) se manten?an trabajando en el sol,
Todos ellos consiguieron enfermarse postrados en cama.
Y mis compa?eros de equipo llegaron a estar asustados.
(La noche viene)
Un mont?n de im?genes fragmentadas
Donde los rayos del sol-sol?an golpear
(Todo el follaje seco no consigui? dar refugio)
Dando paso, al sonido de los grillos
Y los tambores voodoo nocturnos
?Las sombras de las rocas, extendidas.
Parec?an gritar gritar, conversando con gritos!?
(Ruidos nocturnos)
Yo nunca supe lo que ellos estaban pensando
De alg?n modo, ellos parec?an hablarme ahora.
Pasos; crujido de fuegos, voces cantando:
Por arbustos, y chozas, - todo cerca:
Todos los sonidos nocturnos que jam?s pararon-
Sin viento debajo de la puerta- nada;
T? ves, no sabes nada- solo oyes
(Tu estas vivo).
Nota (#777; 7/27/05):El autor pas? alg?n tiempo en Puerto Pr?ncipe, Hait?, en un orfanato haciendo alg?n trabajo con los ni?os; ayud?ndoles a poner un teatro de t?teres; As? como el autor paso alg?n tiempo en las monta?as de Hait?, haciendo alg?n trabajo en el edificio de una cl?nica medica con un grupo de su iglesia para la villa que no ten?a ning?n medio medico; 19 estudiantes; el era el mayor Ud. podr?a decir, o uno de los dos; atr?s en 1986.
Poet, Dennis Siluk http://dennissiluk.tripod.com
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