Carlos A. Angeles
Angeles for a stun of jewels, In that year too, for the same book, Angeles received the Republic Cultural Heritage Award for Literature, . . Years afterwards in America, Angeles would ruefully shake his head over those honors, An immigrant there since, his Muse had kept silent for twenty years, fromwhen he served as public relations manager of PanAm Airways to.
. . But then, in, he wrote again, "tried to go on an even keel, " Memory was his Muse. "You know, I love this one image in Stones for Ibarraa cork that had been taken out of the bottle.
Like memories, the cork just won't slide back into the bottle's mouth easily, "
And thus Angeles's Collected Poems came about, There was nothing to rue, After long silence, the just balance is found! The poet's voyages, through times and places, had all along tracked a spoor to his heart's secret lair:
the mind minestripping
the dim, drying heart
for the ash of remembrance
of the light's embrace.
Read Landscape II for my literature class, Everything reminds him of her, : When inthe Carlos Palanca Memorial Awards for Literature included Poetry for the first time, the highest honor went to Carlos A.
Angeles for a stun of jewels, In that year too, for the same book, Angeles received the Republic Cultural Heritage Award for LiteratureYears afterwards in America, Angeles would ruefully shake his head over those honors.
An immigrant there since, his Muse had kept silent for twenty years, fromwhen he served as public relations manager of PanAm Airways toBut then, in, he wrote again, tried to go on an even keel.
Memory was his Muse. You know, I love this one image in Stones for Ibarraa cork that had been taken out of the bottle.
Like memories, the cork just wont slide back into When inthe Carlos Palanca Memorial Awards for Literature included Poetry for the first time, the highest honor went to Carlos A.
Angeles for a stun of jewels, In that year too, for the same book, Angeles received the Republic Cultural Heritage Award for LiteratureYears afterwards in America, Angeles would ruefully shake his head over those honors.
An immigrant there since, his Muse had kept silent for twenty years, fromwhen he served as public relations manager of PanAm Airways toBut then, in, he wrote again, "tried to go on an even keel.
" Memory was his Muse. "You know, I love this one image in Stones for Ibarraa cork that had been taken out of the bottle.
Like memories, the cork just won't slide back into the bottle's mouth easily, "And thus Angeles's Collected Poems came about, There was nothing to rue, After long silence, the just balance is found! The poet's voyages, through times and places, had all along tracked a spoor to his heart's secret lair:the mind minestrippingthe dim, drying heartfor the ash of remembranceof the light's embrace.
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book close to my heart, Those years while at the university it wouldn't have been the same without this, My favourite poem from this collection:
Landscape IIWhen inthe Carlos Palanca Memorial Awards for Literature included Poetry for the first time, the highest honor went to Carlos A.
Carlos A, Angeles
Sun in the knifed horizon bleeds the sky
Spilling a peacock stain upon the sands,
Across some
murdered rocks refused to die.
It is your absence touches my sad hands
Blinded like flags in the wreck of air.
And catacombs of cloud enshroud the cool
And calm involvement of the darkened plains,
The stunted mourners here: and here, a full
And universal tenderness which drains
The sucked and golden breath of sky comes bare.
Now, while the dark basins the void of space,
Some sudden crickets, ambushing me near,
Discover vowels of your whispered face
And subtly cry.
I touch your absence here
Remembering the speeches of your hair,
Angeles for a stun of jewels, In that year too, for the same book, Angeles received the Republic Cultural Heritage Award for Literature, . . Years afterwards in America, Angeles would ruefully shake his head over those honors, An immigrant there since, his Muse had kept silent for twenty years, fromwhen he served as public relations manager of PanAm Airways to.
. . But then, in, he wrote again, "tried to go on an even keel, " Memory was his Muse. "You know, I love this one image in Stones for Ibarraa cork that had been taken out of the bottle.
Like memories, the cork just won't slide back into the bottle's mouth easily, "
And thus Angeles's Collected Poems came about, There was nothing to rue, After long silence, the just balance is found! The poet's voyages, through times and places, had all along tracked a spoor to his heart's secret lair:
the mind minestripping
the dim, drying heart
for the ash of remembrance
of the light's embrace.
Read Landscape II for my literature class, Everything reminds him of her, : When inthe Carlos Palanca Memorial Awards for Literature included Poetry for the first time, the highest honor went to Carlos A.
Angeles for a stun of jewels, In that year too, for the same book, Angeles received the Republic Cultural Heritage Award for LiteratureYears afterwards in America, Angeles would ruefully shake his head over those honors.
An immigrant there since, his Muse had kept silent for twenty years, fromwhen he served as public relations manager of PanAm Airways toBut then, in, he wrote again, tried to go on an even keel.
Memory was his Muse. You know, I love this one image in Stones for Ibarraa cork that had been taken out of the bottle.
Like memories, the cork just wont slide back into When inthe Carlos Palanca Memorial Awards for Literature included Poetry for the first time, the highest honor went to Carlos A.
Angeles for a stun of jewels, In that year too, for the same book, Angeles received the Republic Cultural Heritage Award for LiteratureYears afterwards in America, Angeles would ruefully shake his head over those honors.
An immigrant there since, his Muse had kept silent for twenty years, fromwhen he served as public relations manager of PanAm Airways toBut then, in, he wrote again, "tried to go on an even keel.
" Memory was his Muse. "You know, I love this one image in Stones for Ibarraa cork that had been taken out of the bottle.
Like memories, the cork just won't slide back into the bottle's mouth easily, "And thus Angeles's Collected Poems came about, There was nothing to rue, After long silence, the just balance is found! The poet's voyages, through times and places, had all along tracked a spoor to his heart's secret lair:the mind minestrippingthe dim, drying heartfor the ash of remembranceof the light's embrace.
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