I Saw My Soul Become…/Yo vi a mi alma ser . . .
Leave a commentDecember 1, 2015 by The Citron Review
by Gail Langstroth
I saw my soul become…
jar
cupboard
with a latch
jar with a screw-top
lid
in the beginning was . . .
a place to hold
I saw stuffed-in
to be stored/to be lived
I remember splinter
I remember the first bolt
(inspired by a line from Jean Valentine’s poem “Annunciation”)
Yo vi a mi alma ser…
tarro
alacena
con pestillo
tarro con tapa
enroscable
en el principio había . . .
un sitio para albergar
oprimido
para ser retenido/para ser vivido
yo recuerdo astilla
yo recuerdo el primer clavo
(inspirada por un verso en el poema “Annunciation” por Jean Valentine)
For forty years, poet and eurythmist Gail Langstroth has collaborated and performed with international artists in North and South America, Japan, Spain, Germany, Russia, and Romania. She holds an MFA in Poetry from Drew University. She is part of Jan Beatty’s Voices in the Attic writing community. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Yemassee, Rust + Moth, Clay Bird Review, RUNE, and Passager Poetry. Visit her website at: http://www.wordmoves.com/