Raisers of ridgepoles and mounds (Songs of Dzitbalché) - Anonymous

Raisers of ridgepoles
And mounds.

It is urgently
Necessary
To measure
The count,

Sonnet 148 - Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz

Celia saw a rose which in happy self-praise

flaunted its pomp and vanity in the field,

cosmetics of carmine and cochineal

merrily smeared over its delicate face;

 

School - Briceida Cuevas Cob

And the ants that sing, laugh, dance

and play in circles, began to cry.

She was born a woman, one on whom they

threw boiling water when she appeared

in the kitchen.¹

The Water Drop - José Emilio Pacheco

The water drop is a model of conciseness,

the entire universe

locked in a pin-point of water.

The singer (from Songs of Dzitbalche) - Anonymous

The singer 

And player.

The sanctified day 

Begins

He makes the Eagles and Ocelots dance with him! - Nezahualcoyotl

He makes the Eagles and Ocelots dance with him!

Come to see the Huexotzinca:

Dawn (from Songs of Dzitbalche) - Anonymous

For the traveller

Who is on the road 

If the sun should come 

Here.

Serenade (from Songs of Dzitbalche) - Anonymous

Oh to kiss

Your mouth

At the loose railing

Of the picket fence!

Season of the Northers - Jose-Maria de Heredia

The weary summer’s all-consuming heat

Is tempered now; for from the frozen pole

The freed north-winds come fiercely rushing forth,

Wrapt in their mantles, misty, dim, and frore,

While the foul fever flies from Cuba’s shore.

Speaking of Gabriel - Rosario Castellanos

Like all visitors my son disturbed me,

taking a place that was my place,

existing unpropitiously,

making me divide every mouthful in two.

A Riddle - Tedi López Mills

Now they kill them:

see the corpse

bloated in the ditch.

Now they banish them from the city:

see them running towards the tollbooth

First Poem, Possession in Dream - Eunice Odio

Come

Beloved

I will savor you with joy.

You will dream of me tonight.

Shadow of The Light - Iliana Villanueva

The fountain illuminates pigeons and pigeons

pigeons about to say

volatile with sayings

white from their intense violence.

Metamorphosis - Luis G. Urbina

It was an imprisoned kiss in love

with a hand of snow that had

the appearance of a listless iris

and the heartbeat of a bird in agony.

My divine Lysis - Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz

My divine Lysis:

do forgive my daring,

if so I address you,

unworthy though I am to be known as yours.

Tenancingo Shawl - Juan José Acevedo Vázquez

Take a shawl, good lady,
tie the fringes neat.
or, if you prefer it,
take a shawl complete.

Pepsi Cola - Hubert Matiúwàa

One Sunday a man arrived
to sell black water
that glistened like a riverstone.

The Spider in the Holiday House Motel - José Emilio Pacheco

The spider’s been here.

Quick as a will-o-the-wisp,
tiny as a flea the spider scaled-down,
her final reduction to an almost microbial being.

A Hymn to Love - Amado Nervo

The day you shall love me will bear more light than June,
The night you shall love me– full-mooned,
a tale left untold within each ray,
The day you shall love me will bear more roses than May

Song in the Chalcan Style - Tetlepanquetzanitzin

Lord of the Waters, god and friend,
I weep with anguish at your side.