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3-11-2010

DRAFT

A Train from the Exile

poems by ”Chelita”

Arcelia Josefina Gonzalez Morales

translated by Eun Suk Cho

echobible@yahoo.com

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Contents

1. On the Centennial of Agua de Dios

2. Oration of the Pain

3. Fear

4. Offering

5. Tribute to the Eternal Father

6. Sad Sleeplessness

7. Delirium of Fever

8. An Angel

9. A Morning Star

10. Disappointment

11. A Dream

12. Beautiful Gondola

13. To My Village

14. My Chain

15. Words for Thanks

16. To My Mother Away from Me

17. I Want to See Again

18. The Sea Gull

Biography

Words from Translator

1

On the Centennial of Auga de Dios 1872-1972

March 21, 1972

Within these two dates we have a sight of a noble poem of love;

an album of white leaves,

compose those years

years that took the footprints of pain.

Years that shut much heroic events

much rough battles

and also much honors that they put in prominence

the names of ones and the others.

Magnificent crowd of exalted beings

take these pages of honorable height:

those priests who took care with love

of those exiled defeated by pain.

Those priests arrived without fear

to the sad hamlet drawn in pain.

There where they encountered a haggard face.

There they kneeled down to give the absolution.

Blessed are those priests who have flown

to the omnipotent kingdom of the Lord.

In their hands they brought the palm of martyrdom.

Here they sacrificed their holy vocation.

Oh! the painful dates when they pursued us

those who suffered from cruel sickness;

to those who with hardness, said like the police:

“Stop the way, and follow me, Sir.”

They marched, sobbing, as they leaving their families

tearing out from the chest their goodbye

the front turned pale in which death they looked.

only the laments and goodbyes were heard.

Why they followed us, such cruel criminals?

Why they tore us out of our sweet homes?

Why they increased our cup of bitterness?

Why they humiliated us in front of society?

Oh! the days remained engraved in the album

the album of the white leaves memory the pain.

There the history of our great heros remained

Those died without seeing the freedom.

They were so religious that surpassed with love

in order to defeat in our souls the punishment and the pain.

Here the great heroines consecrated

in order to see between our sadness and orphanage.

Here one for one of those who are present

also of the those who are absent that come and go

like the sea the waves distant silently

leaving as if, a memory, their holy charity.

Also of the doctors of history is indelible

to them owe the life and the health.

They are the one kept rich

of the great wisdom that was left them by the Lord.

Oh! the dates memorable of what I wanted to have

like the poet of the sweet inspiration

and this way warm up the cord of the doliente(?) lyre

in order to tune a glorious hymn in your honor?

Therefore in this day of our centennial

we sing proud this triumphal hymn.

Oh! undying glory

Oh! immortal jubilee

bless those who finally gave us the freedom.

2

Oration of the Pain

1962

You that knows how to open with the gentle hand

over the sprout of my thorn, a flower.

Give me, O Lord, sweetness in my path.

Give me resignation, O Lord, give me true courage

Give me the humble perfume of patience.

Give me meek silence.

Give me love.

Give me a smile of peace.

Give me permission

to live rather happily with my pain.

I do not want to weep with bitter eyes.

I want to be quiet and to laugh in the presence of pain.

I want to water my tear-drops like irises

and the pain of my eyes like a bright flower.

I want to imitate you, the meek sweetness.

Teach my heart how to suffer.

And if the light of my fervor does not have sufficient reach

I ask your favor

O Lord

give me this grace.

3

Fear

1972

In the darkness I look for the clarity of the sky.

But I see only dark mountains that bring fear in me.

I want to run in search of consolation

but my body, as if stuck to the floor, refuses to get up.

O my God, why do my eyes weep without prayer?

And my soul trembles with worry and coldness.

I bring a secret rosebush with my hands

And with them my heart will go once I have died.

I pick up the thorns that nailed Jesus

from his divine head they extracted blood.

To us sinners the Lord gave pardon

and in each heart he left a rose of love.

I want that my soul be as white as the iris

and that my shaking hands

always carry the palm tree of martyrdom.

When my sick body feels the coldness of death

give me, O Lord, the beautiful light

that I may see you.

4

Offering

May 19, 1973

You that knows Lord of my bitterness.

You that knows my punishment and my pain.

You that knows how to look at me with sweetness.

I want leave you one kiss and one flower.

I would like to offer

from my pain, the roses

from my cup of bitterness, the sweetness

from my hands and feet, red wounds

from my eyes without light, holy tenderness.

When my eyes be tired for the pain

they quit contemplating the light of the sun.

Leave lord, leave engraved

the light, the beautiful light of the cloud sunset.

Let it shine like sky shining

there en the eternal beatitudes.

Lord let it that let them look lovely,

very sweet Eden of the hope.

5

Tribute to the Eternal Father

1996

Oh, eternal Father!

Receive my flowers with love.

All are lovely,

taking thousand of colors.

Humbly I offer you roses thorns removed.

They carry your perfume,

because they are divine roses.

Oh, Father!

The waves of the sea raise a tribute.

And the birds offer you

the most beautiful plumage,

the lakes, the rivers, and the crystal springs.

They bless you, O Lord

when the afternoon yet sets.

In the green mountains one can hear

the beautiful song of the little bird, sinsonte.

The sun hides himself slowly

beyond the horizon.

The luxuriant dress with trees

with brilliant salvahinas.

There are other trees of the colorful May

and parasite that perfume the precious evergreen oak.

The wind stops your swell.

The sky, the moon and the stars

embellish the landscape.

The gardens offer you the colorful roses,

And I offer you, Oh Lord,

my cross

this weighed cross of my griefs.

6

Sad Sleeplessness

2000

The night is cold, obscure, gloomy.

And the wind is whistling over the corridor.

I listen to the sing of the nocturnal birds.

And the sad solitude always accompanies me.

From my hard bed I listen to the tic-toc of my clock

waiting for the beautiful sunrise.

And I think my eyes in darkness will not contemplate the light of the sun.

I remember my childhood and youth.

So much sadness!

My eyes wept and wept without remedy

my body trembles

my heart beats

And my hands without being hands

hold the cross that my Lord left me.

My body is marked and always brings the footsteps of pain.

The hours pass slowly.

My mouth is again dry.

My way is long and solitary.

But be already near, very near

of the kingdom of the Lord.

7

Delirium of Fever

2003

When the moment of my inevitable departure came

and the fever confuses the night as the day

I will ask the nightingale to sing her pretty melodies.

And I will fly throughout the gardens

looking for the most beautiful roses.

And from them I will take their perfume.

I see a lovely spring that spreads its crystal waters.

But my hands cannot reach them

to refresh this mortal heat that dominates me.

I see a meadow and its little green leaves are loaded with dew

I want to run and run to refresh my feet

my hands and my face.

Oh my God, help me!

Why do they tie my arms

if my bones are already bore?

Those strings and pikes increase my pain, the way of my crucified Lord.

I hear a voice that says gently.

I am going to take your temperature again.

There is a long silence… they loose the strings.

My arm falls heavy and very asleep.

My toasted lips from the fever give a smile of happiness.

The pain removed itself.

The pain has been defeated.

A soft and gentle hand careces my head and my pale cheeks.

Listen, it said to me with love.

The fever is gone and also your sad nightmares are gone.

8

An Angel

2005

An angel has escaped from the heaven

and brings a miraculous water within his hands

to water a rose that is dying of pain and sorrow.

His wings are the arms that extend generously

to the poor, the humble, the sick, and the hopeless.

His eyes are the light of my eyes in darkness

that are consummated from the pain and the weeping.

He is like the aurora of a beautiful daybreak

the moon, stars and the star king follow him

throw their lights to illuminate his road.

His smile is like the beautiful song of the little bird sinsonte

there in far, far away

His voice arrives to the seas and the tides rise up

cheering him with most beautiful homage.

The sands shine and shine in the shore

when the sea sends him and transmits it

shells of mother pearl, brilliant pearls, rubies and diamonds,

most beautiful colorful shellfishes.

But these are not enough to adorn the grace of the angel

that escaped from the heaven.

9

A Morning Star

2005

A fleeting bright star has detached from the sky

and crossed over the space leaving a gleaming light

in the gardens roses glow.

And from their happy chalice bring their perfume

the seas and the long rivers

hold their waters to contemplate all the beauty.

The birds leave quickly from their nests

and their flight reach to the trill of joy to the morning star

because the king of the heaven has permitted their flight.

The morning star left the earth a marvelous being

with a great and kind heart

left in his mind the intelligency and the wisdom.

His voice is so lovely and clear like the light of the day.

My soul is happy, because in him I encounter peace

strengthens my spirit

and cheers up me in my religious worries.

He is like the wind

like the rain that comes soft

and refreshes my aching heart.

10

Disappointment

2005

How disappointing that not to be able to see again

all of the beauties that nature has.

One is like death that walks

in the midsts of trees listening the sound

when the wind swing and tear their hairs.

What a sad it is

not be able to see the plumage of the birds

when they sing their trills to lift the flight!

And how disappointing when they take you by the arm

for a long corridor and leave you sitting

in a chair in company of sad solitude!

I call her and I say her it

solitude, solitude, where are you?

Where do you find?

She has no eyes, no ears, no mouth to answer.

Solitude, I have sadness, pain, bitterness

a cruel disappointment that cuts my poor heart into pieces.

But I do not cry

I sing, I smile.

I calmly close my eyes

because I think that I am going to see a dazzling light.

But that light may throw darkness

upon the light of my soul.

11

A Dream

To dream, to dream,

that a boat lonely goes by itself to the sea

and climbs up the waves that wanted to sink it.

Far away, very far away the waves

the boat starts to leave

proud and brave, the boat arrived to its port.

And the radiant sun disembarks, a lament was heard

it does not swipe over my face

over there I will not return.

It carries a wound very deep inside

here alone I will die.

Here come the waves

they are going to kill me

and I look if someone is going come and save me

and lonely, very lonely I start to weep.

What a sad dream, the boat leaves.

And in the immense sea I have stayed alone.

Here come the waves,

they finally come for me

the white foam formed an altar.

There they brought the glory I saw

here I wait for them to share

here there is no sorrow, here there is no grief

here we receive the grace of God.

12

BEAUTIFUL GONDOLA

Acrostic, Dedicated to my mother, called Gregoria Morales

Góndola bella A beautiful gondola that crosses the sea.

Risueñas The waves that laugh come to meet you.

Encajes The packages of pearls come and go.

Gigantes The giant rocks come and go.

Oor muy The very brilliant gold beam rays of the sun.

Recuerdo I remember from the soul your breast as melting pot.

Imagen The blessed image that the heaven sent to you.

A llevar To bring the ship that he left to you.

Moviéndose Moving happily with the air and wind

Ordena Order your ship to pause a moment.

Recoge Gather the foam forming orange flowers.

A la playa At the beach she has arrived to gather the griefs

Le envia She sends the night her beautifun full moon.

Ella que solo She that only asks from God look.

Sonriéndole The beautiful gondola, smiling at the waves.

Se va The name of my mother goes engraved in the foam.

13

To My Village

The spring of my village is beautiful.

And the smile of the sky is in its light

from the horizon in the asleep top.

The sun showers its rivers and the large farms.

Look at its waters streaming half-darked,

and returns to them a brilliant splendor.

White tufts pick up their waves

leaving an idyll to the new day.

The giant trees tear out with happy rhythm

and from their death give birth to the white salvahinas,

and like curtains they come down to drink from their river

the crystal water.

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