Word Without End

Cesar Ruiz Aquino


East, the horizons and all the learning

Lost. Sick for Siquijor or Avalon

O I could for the sheer sight of her throw

Verses away! Let the Virgins carry


Virgule widdershins upon the fairy

Earth, the same that on the world’s first morning

Left her traces, her face an eidolon

Of whiteness for the chilled blood to know


Or for one word and one word only go

Void as days all misspent for the starry

Echo of a night come without warning

Like a thousand thieves stealing on and on


Love, tongue-tied, is my Tetragrammaton

Opening no door, giving leave to no

Vendaval that, priceless, she might tarry

Even as the sands and there’s no turning


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