"FIRST SONG" BY CHARLIE HADEN, POEM BY CARLOS MIJARES POYER 1993. JAZZ

-"FIRST SONG" (JAZZ STANDARD BY CHARLIE HADEN) POEM IN ENGLISH BY Carlos E. Mijares Poyer

-FIRST SONG-
I came when the open door
hurried shadows as a beginning
and the sudden glances that insued
brought fame to a silent moment.

This jazz is the same
as my heart's careful song
of imperious insistence

Come look away...

The mind's origin is in a solo portrayed
the time stretches and reels
near behind you
and dares not touch you
afraid of you and of the end

Come look away...

I will not shatter your space
like a butterfly the surface cold wet
settlement of ideas as waterways
that flow carelessly into the ocean.

Enter and look around
the distance is indeed your distance
and your love is the witness
of that same distance
between death as your idea
as birth as your idea
the unbreakable,
and that idea of an imperturbable
waterfall that propels
your animated wishes
where you look away and arrive,
alone with the rest of your life.

by CARLOS MIJARES POYER (FIRST DRAFT) HAVANA, CUBA FEBRUARY 24, 1993,

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mJGY-LV1fZ8 "FIRST SONG" JAZZ COMPOSITION BY CHARLIE HADEN ON BASS.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QwJA9W3H7rE I SAW GONZALO RUBALCABA CUBAN JAZZ PIANIST AND GENIUS PERFORM CHARLIE HADEN'S MASTERPIECE "FIRST SONG" AT THE HAVANA NATIONAL THEATRE AT THE BEGINNING OF THE NINETIES DECADE WHEN I SPENT 7 YEARS IN CUBA AS A WRITER AND JOURNALIST. PIANO, GONZALO RUBALCABA WHO NOWS LIVES IN MIAMI, PAUL MOTIAN, DRUMS, WHO PERFORMED WITH BILL EVANS MANY TIMES, AND OF COURSE THE MASTER OF THEM ALL, CHARLIE HADEN ON BASS, WHO PASSED AWAY IN 2014, HIS LEGACY AND INTELLECT LIVES ON. CARLOS MIJARES POYER, AUTHOR AND MARKETER.

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The Great Screaming in my Sigh

The gentile cried in dismay

The eye of the clocks

Upon the shadows
the killer pedestrians
staring at erased windows

And the lights you used...
you lit yourself to see the storm one last time
while darkness shown

Poem by Carlos Mijares Poyer copyright(c) 2016, APRIL 1ST, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

The Great Screaming in my Sigh

Unreal sensors

The pistils of the brain

In bloom

Like the bee’s flight

Afar    the moon

The wave surged utterly pregnant

And the squaw giant

Jumped like a skyscraper
the crescent wind askance
the pink kites in a trance flew
lost to the haze of the horizon

The buildings drowned

The gentile cried in dismay

The eye of the clocks

Upon the shadows
the killer pedestrians
staring at erased windows

And the lights you used...
you lit yourself to see the storm one last time
while darkness shown

 April 1st. Caracas, Venezuela, 2016, CARACAS, VENEZUELA, CALIFORNIA NORTE.

THE VISION

The ghost in the blizzard is in the white of my eyes

mercury runs through veins of distant planets

how the maelstrom exchanges tangents with your gaze

and we construe

always construe

you are no elf, walk as if you have legs

the horizon is your eyes closed

and the sea shares blues with the sky

like a marble' s light to your predictions.

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AN EXERCISE IN AUTOMATIC WRITING BY CARLOS E. MIJARES POYER, APRIL 18, 2015

IMAGO

(c)copyright December 28, 2012, by Carlos E. Mijares Poyer-original in english-



Transparent beetle
where i can see the reflection
of all skies and oceans

your eyes are there like
two immediate universes
waiting to be conquered
by this vastless society

i come and will meander
through the finest forests of your galaxies
and enjoy the loopholes, as dark as they may be
of your inner corn
and the ear-drum of
your white night.

THE GIVEN, POEM

THE GIVEN
 by Carlos Mijares Poyer


Will give you only not the love
the enamored tree
and your garden
the moors surrounded

Will give you only no the haste
of that tree
the open womb of desire
has begotten
no escape astounded

In "the rape of the lock" Byron
is touched the ecstasy
I will not give you

the whole lot will give you
pleasure as in the last
of the last memories-
surrounded in the late candle-light

____________________________________________
*note: If Byron didn´t write it, who could not write the realm he professed?

CAMINOS, ROADS 2006

Escritos poéticos (2) por Carlos E. Mijares Poyer.2006

-Caminos-

Los caminos son del olvido
como cuando un alción cruza el universo
o una rosa se prende en fuego

Sin embargo, olvido es jazz en poesía, a veces
como triángulo desdibujó mi rostro en la alborada
como pañuelo ondea un bufanda y promete deseo.

Quieres seguir el juego?
compromete tus ojos con la lechuza
divagarás con las noches y ataques de rocío
por eso te cuento estas cosas.

el poema de la noche NOCHES

Escritos poéticos (1)

Noches

(por Carlos E. Mijares Poyer)


En las noches, cuando todo vuela,
el corazón palpita bienes del mismo vuelo,
como otrora la canciòn anunciara
y todo se perdiera en la brisa.

La obra cadenciò como oruga empobrecida
y el alma apenada por sus logros maltrechos
decisiòn malhumorada y libros desechos.
¿por què tanto desamor en el amor?
en una tànatos que insiste en suicidarse
como poema perdido y quemado
en el fondo de un lavamanos.

La oruga comenzó y perdió su balance
como orquìdea atestigûada en la noche
de esos mismos faroles que la atestiguaban
el hecho que nunca aconteciò
como el pulso manchó a su amada
y el estrépito acusó a la noche
en las cortes virtuales.

por Carlos E. Mijares Poyer          cmijarespoyer@gmail.com

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