Poetry Sunday: “Hum,” by Cintia Santana

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[From the WVFC Poetry Archive. First Published August 4, 2019.]

Hum

Slip of
hen
with fan
of livid
wings in
blossom’s
throat I hear
your wing
-beat sing.
To nectar
you want
no key,
mid-rib
of leaf or
sip from
little pink
vials
continually
defiled;
hunger
staved
for one
extra day.
Butterfly
weed, too,
bids your
wing
-whistle
come:
sing me,
guard me,
lap me
together with your
break up
tongue.

 

 

First revealed within the Kenyon Evaluation, Sept./Oct. 2017, and reprinted right here with permission of the writer. You may hear Cintia Santana in dialog about her poem here.

 

Cintia Santana’s work is or will likely be in Beloit Poetry Journal, Gulf Coast, Harvard Evaluation, The Iowa Evaluation, Kenyon Evaluation, Michigan Quarterly Evaluation, The Missouri Evaluation, Narrative, PleiadesPoetry Northwest, The Threepenny Evaluation, West Department, and different journals. The recipient of fellowships from CantoMundo, the Atlantic Heart for the Arts, and the Djerassi Resident Artists Program, she presently teaches literary translation in addition to poetry and fiction workshops in Spanish at Stanford College. At instances, she clothes as a human-sized gold nugget and performs anti-Trump poems in entrance of San Francisco Metropolis Corridor. Writer picture credit score: Rewa Bush.

 

 

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