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Enter that dream world and the mystery of the little girl with sad eyes, a jug of water on her dainty head. Earlier, she, on her knees, had dug the river sands with her little fingers and watched as the water rose, took the cup and bailed out the water. She threw the water on her side, repeating the act until the liquid was clear, sparkling and she could see the bottom of the pit. She scooped the water with a cup made of coconut shell and put it in the clay jar; she did this a number of times until the container was full.
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PANAAS
iti kasaor ti malem-sardam
idiay Laoag, ditoy Menifee
iti batog ti kidem a langit:
karkarsanna idi ti pagsakduanna
iti kadaratan, ket iti di mabayag
ballasiwenna manen ti karayan,
ti imnas a nagsusuon iti malabi
ti nasam-it a danum
ni ayat-- daytoy ti kaudian
nga am-amangaw, alimbasag
ken tarimbangon dagiti palimed
ken naliday a dandaniw a mariing
iti ulila a parbangon
Of the dream world, "speechless" is a term which pales to how this enchantment takes possession of me and draws me into the mysteries it holds. And "Panaas", I love in its entirety, thanks much, Peter, it is beautiful! I find beauty in the concept of pain; I find diversity of emotion in pain - just that I, too, find pain in that I am unable to convey all I feel and think about it in this one language I love - my ownl But then again, the term "beauty" pales to the essence of the poetry of your metaphors: -umaribayan ti lagip iti kasaor ti malem-sardam.....iti batog ti kidem a langit..... ti nasam-it nga danum ni ayat.....dagiti palimed a dandaniw a mariing kadagiti ulila nga parbangon.... oh my god!
ReplyDeleteWhat more can I say, dear friend? You said it all.
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