NOW THAT IS NOW NO LONGER YOUNG: Poetry, by Piedad Bonnett

NOW THAT IS NOW NO LONGER YOUNG

Now that they are no longer young, now that already I float to the middle of the path of my life, that I always saddened me of the old people, I, who am eternal because I died a hundred times, of boredom, of agony, and that in morning I spread my arms to the sun, and nights in the tube, and I sing songs to scare the fear, what shall I do with this shadow that begins to dress, undress and without remorse? What shall I do with the indistinct and murky river that it meets the sea, with lots and lots of anniversary day, with such youth behind, even if it is born, if I still enters a world in the left side? What to do now that they are no longer young, even if I have not known?

(Piedad Bonnett)

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