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Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago

Warm is the day of summer.

The city’s drenched with sweat

Much more for humans

Sweats abound as unwanted flies

On the surface of sticky skin

Sticky is the summer’s day.

 

Warm yet blessed is the summer’s day.

The hot sun indeed bakes the skin a-gruel

Yet so does it burn all malignant germs

They quiver like it were their last

Winter, on a summer’s day

The signs of sickness shy away.

 

The body is a sturdy rock

Unreached by echoes of ailments

Only echoes of joy a-fleeting on a summer’s day.

 

[Writ. 15 May 1991, Cubao, Quezon City, M.Manila]

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Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago

 

 

Farewell, beloved Grandfather!

 

I should have seen you

Yet but fate has not

Spared me the permission

To be delivered to you airlifted

Fate’s the traffic lights of for flights

T’wards your citadel on Terra

 

I will still dialogue with you

In my dreams, in dreams

You are a living memory

Of my youth and your wisdom charmed

And mixed like fused ions

 

Here I am, your founded vision

I am, I swear.

 

 

[Writ. 14 May ’91, Cubao, Quezon City, M.Manila] 

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Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago

 

 

You will come back, o! lost craft!

You were drowned in the great deluge

Where faith in self lost its scepter

To turbulent waves of underesteem

Faith has lost faith!

 

You are not lost!

Nothing is

Lost, not a craft that burns

The nights that owls had no monopoly

Over, beat your own despair!

Rise and ride astride the new tidal waves!

 

Find the whirlpool from the deep recesses!

Twill pull you up

To where bubbles are on sea surfs’ tops

Afloat you shall be

You are your own life saver

 

You

Are.

 

 

[Writ. 14 May ‘99, Cubao, Quezon City, MManila] 

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Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago

 

Why do I love you so dearly?

As if love were an omnipresent elixir

          From the teapots of Eros

Its fading is now next to impossible?

Certainly and o! so certainly because

You’ve been a person unto me who

          Never ran out of kindness

          Never ran out of reasonableness

          Never ran out of sweetness

And so you deserve my love and tenderness.

 

O! Sweet daughter of the race of Zarathustra!

Behold! I’ve come for you! I am a gift

A present by my forebears Apollo and Dionysos.

I’ve come armed with the edict of my Will—

          Evoked is my will to Love!

I am a harbinger of the Shadow—

          The benign shadow of Love

          That ceaselessly follows you:

          It has been anchored in your bosom.

 

The forces of the Past can’t seem to leave you

Even as the Future now knocks upon your present

But the Past will be incinerated by its own twilight

And the Future gleefully glides before your countenance.

Shudder not with the sight of the Future

You shall find the door to its halls

And I’m the guardian who’d patiently waited for you

I’d lead you to Future’s spaces where we

Shall celebrate our affinity with dances

And fancies.

The Future will be delighted as we’ll dance

          Together on its sacred floor

And Love’s the tune that we as ordained

Lovers never can ignore.

 

 

[Writ. 20 Jan.’89, U.P. Village, Quezon City, M.Manila]

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Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago

 

Welcome, most devastating Tempest!

I’ve been expecting your arrival. Do again

Try to smash my Will and sap my strength with your

Diabolic winds, undersea currents and tsunamis.

Let us, while the universe watches, dance together

With no choreography: you are destroyer of all laws.

Crash me, crash me till the hardest of my bones

And inner strength will erode and fade away

To become lore that will no longer fit to be narrated…

That is, if fortune is on your side.

But Tempest, I am the architect of situations,

The productive zenith of sorceries of a million magi,

The master slayer of demons and dragons

That attempted to waylay me on my journeys.

Tempest, never have I lost to you, never have I

Pleaded that you depart from me when you’re around

As when you were present a hundred times before.

I have become cast as the hardest steel

Each time that you’ve made your visit.

Come, Tempest! Make your call once, twice and

A thousand more times: witness me as I again transform

Your powerful forces into ones that will steer me ahead—

Five steps backward and ten steps forward, I’m never

Off-balanced at all by your potent tormenting winds.

Feel me,Tempest, I’m overly cast

I’ve become a super-Tempest whose everyday dream is

To ensnare you as a slave and outcaste.

 

[Writ. 08 Jan.89, U.P. Village, Quezon City, M.Manila]

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