The thirst I keep
keeps still. You must not know.
The sun's rays seep
deep through my nape, yet sow
No sap. Wet's
ensconced in air. Its lair.
The moist weights down
upon my throat. And yet I musn't dare.
Philippines Free Press
September 27, 1969
This poem, written when I was 20 and starting to teach at the University of the Philippines, was recently published in the IEMI publication English Enrichment, Grade 6 level. See page 7 for the poem.
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