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"kukulcan" poems
Like a stroke of genius, of just plain blind luck rising from the jungle floor, the majestic rubble of the Maya calls, at once the founder and judge of all Time. First as the serpent whose plumes turn to wings, then as the eagle boldly eyeing its prey, and en fin! as the jaguar, sinewy and sleek, El Castillo looms against the hardened, sun-baked sky -- the shifting citadel of Kukulcan, its shadow splayed across my days. All of them numbered, all of them too short, *all of them fading in the cold*, hard light of distant failure... Perenially built and rebuilt, like the Church, El Castillo stands to meet the need of holy obligation, to meet my need for initiation, bounded only by the firmament and the underworld, final triumph of the dead. And so I stand, alone upon the sacred causeway -- enervated, unenlightened, the bitter taste of dust in my mouth. Until I, too, will be turned to stone -- the languid chac mool, sated in sweet repose. I will drift toward the sunken cenote, drink deeply from its oasis of evening cool, where the memory of man and grain and god is sung: An anthem of order, power and vision, the great Mayan hymn of meaning. I will hear, at last, from the porous depths of Yucatan, what it is to be called human.
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Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 5:05 PM UTC
arliced
Chichen Itza
Like a stroke of genius, of just plain blind luck rising from the jungle floor, the majestic rubble of the Maya calls, at once the founder and judge of all Time. First as the serpent whose plumes turn to wings, then as the eagle boldly eyeing its prey, and en fin! as the jaguar, sinewy and sleek, El Castillo looms against the hardened, sun-baked sky -- the shifting citadel of Kukulcan, its shadow splayed across my days. All of them numbered, all of them too short, *all of them fading in the cold*, hard light of distant failure... Perenially built and rebuilt, like the Church, El Castillo stands to meet the need of holy obligation, to meet my need for initiation, bounded only by the firmament and the underworld, final triumph of the dead. And so I stand, alone upon the sacred causeway -- enervated, unenlightened, the bitter taste of dust in my mouth. Until I, too, will be turned to stone -- the languid chac mool, sated in sweet repose. I will drift toward the sunken cenote, drink deeply from its oasis of evening cool, where the memory of man and grain and god is sung: An anthem of order, power and vision, the great Mayan hymn of meaning. I will hear, at last, from the porous depths of Yucatan, what it is to be called human.
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Quetzalcoatl, un hombre, o serpiente? Cuál es el punto de vivir al frente? Abandonado por una madre, Chimalma, Un río se lo llevó con calma. Persona sabía, animal feroz Déjate ser guiado por su voz. Toma un trago del suave neutle Por el Golfo de México, alejate. Sumergido por siempre Renace como el mañana Quetzalcoatl quiere decir Serpiente emplumada. Adoptado por los mayas, Kukulcan, o Votan, Cargado por chinampas Que con el tiempo se agotan. Su nombre real Lo encontrarás al final, Una profecía que habla De la gran Tenichtitlan. El es sabio, y astuto Sabe las respuestas, y punto. De la tierra al panteón, En la estrella de Venus se convirtió. Ixtacmixcoatl, La galaxia infinita, Salpicada de piedras preciosas, Que con diamantes acosas. Una escultura en tu honor creada Serpiente con penacho, Con garras de Jaguar, Hermoso y diferente. No tendrás ningún igual.
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Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 10:14 PM UTC
atsuko98
Serpiente Emplumada
Quetzalcoatl, un hombre, o serpiente? Cuál es el punto de vivir al frente? Abandonado por una madre, Chimalma, Un río se lo llevó con calma. Persona sabía, animal feroz Déjate ser guiado por su voz. Toma un trago del suave neutle Por el Golfo de México, alejate. Sumergido por siempre Renace como el mañana Quetzalcoatl quiere decir Serpiente emplumada. Adoptado por los mayas, Kukulcan, o Votan, Cargado por chinampas Que con el tiempo se agotan. Su nombre real Lo encontrarás al final, Una profecía que habla De la gran Tenichtitlan. El es sabio, y astuto Sabe las respuestas, y punto. De la tierra al panteón, En la estrella de Venus se convirtió. Ixtacmixcoatl, La galaxia infinita, Salpicada de piedras preciosas, Que con diamantes acosas. Una escultura en tu honor creada Serpiente con penacho, Con garras de Jaguar, Hermoso y diferente. No tendrás ningún igual.
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