Stars II

oh, crude street lamp!
the tinge you cast,
that sickly orange, passed
my shadow. that hue’s clamp
pulled it back til it went last
along the sidewalk. the damp
light forced it to encamp

just under the post.
i look up to nothing kind
but a flickering mind,
in itself too engrossed
to see beyond, behind,
upwards, the skyline coast.
where light is made the most.

but You’re there
even when the fake,
when the imposters make
their fluorescent glare
stronger than i can take,
i trust on nights this fair
that Your light can share.

Unpublished Material, ©2011 Cali Digre

Haiku.. In Japanese

Hey all-
So lately I've gotten into the bad habit of writing haiku as a surrogate to doodling. So here are five haiku that I've written this week, in Japanese. I'll provide translation, obviously.

Enjoy!
~CD

食べものは
ちょっとまずいけど
いただきます。

Regarding this food,
It's a bit bad tasting but,
I humbly accept (Literally, a phrase you say before you eat thanking someone for the food)

天と話す。
水をよく聞いて。
だれもいない。

I talk with the sky:
"Listen close to the water.
No one else is here."

わるいうちに、
君に来たいけど
もう出来ません。

In this awful time,
I want to come to you, but
I can't anymore.

雪と氷、
おゆとつめたいの。
何もある。

Oh, this snow and ice、
Hot water and cold water,
All of it exists.

雪と氷、
いつもたてもの
を作ています。

Oh, this snow and ice,
They are forever making
Buildings of themselves.

Unpublished Material, ©2011 Cali Digre

DOUBLE POST!!!

Hey everyone! So in honor of my birthday, I decided to do a double post. The first poem I wrote today, recounting my very first memory. The second poem is a poem that I wrote in Spanish back in the fall of 2007, and probably my favorite poem of my mine ever. I hope you enjoy both of them!!!

~CD



First Memory

Verdant shuffle, fresh from sleep.
Day unplanned save planned caprice,
Free from obligations to keep,
Time obliging only to creep,
Not too old for inner peace,
Every quandary tends to cease
At inception. None are deep

I round the corner, put my fist
On a wall of mirrors, every shade
Reflected as to not resist
My acknowledging them in list.
But soon was a connection made
Between myself, and one thought stayed:
“This is me. I exist.”


Sin Titulo (October 2007)

De primavera hasta enero
Con su viento, cruel y frío
Eres mi alma, franco y sincero;
Eres mi amor, eres mío.

Con otoño y su color atrevido:
Vistas bellas de Dios sencillo,
Amigo querido, para mi has sido.
Eres mi amor, eres mío.

Y en el verano con su calor
Donde podemos ver los tonos del río.
No aventuraré sin tu valor;
Eres mi amor, eres mío.

Pero nunca sabrás cuanto te amo.
Con la mano de Dios yo me guío
Desde esta punta, de mis sueños te llamo:
“Eres mi amor, eres mío.”

De primavera hasta enero
Con su viento, cruel y frío
Eres mi alma, franco y sincero;
Eres mi amor, eres mío.

TRANSLATION:

From spring until January
With its wind, cruel, cold,
You are my soul, frank, sincere,
You are my love, you are mine.

Autumn with its bold colors,
Beautiful sights from a simple god,
A dear friend to me you have been,
You are my love, you are mine.

And in the summer with its heat,
Where we can see the river's tones,
I wouldn't venture without your valor,
You are my love, you are mine.

And you'll never know how much I love you.
With God's hand I guide myself
From this point, from dreams I call you:
"You are my love, you are mine."

From spring until January
With its wind, cruel, cold,
You are my soul, frank and sincere,
You are my love, you are mine.

Unpublished Material, ©2011 Cali Digre

Stars

Hey everyone! So I started class this week and have still to get used to the work load... So this is a poem I wrote when I first came to Hanover, inspired by the sky when I was walking back to the dorm one night. Enjoy!

-CD


Stars are such a godly feat
For looking at them takes respect,
But not to simply circumspect,
Take them in like quiet sleet.
Take them standing on the street.

Their icy sheen may be remote,
In distant caverns of our time,
Far from reason, close to rhyme.
And in between my feet and throat,
My heart beats in a broken rote.

The trembles that the world can feel
Cannot be sensed by distant eyes,
For they have more to visualize,
More to press and more to heal,
Tucked away in space-less steel.

But they are numerous and far,
And I will never see them all,
Each their names I will not call.
But in its stream of glistening mar,
Nothing compares to a star.

Unpublished Material, ©2011 Cali Digre

Past

The things that I most fear in life
Are the things I’m less apt to understand.
The things that I know less about,
The things that I could never know.
Things you can hold in your hand,
But in my own would give me strife.
Things I could exist without
But in whose knowledge I tremble so.

The paradox so unpleasant
About which I quiver on recall,
Is how by knowing more of you
The more frightened I become.
I wish you had no past at all,
I wish you only had a present.
I wish I were your inception, too,
I wish I were your only sum.

Like some selfish leech, I adhere
To your current with such need.
I depend on your looking in front,
And so I hate what lies behind.
Albeit I see my own greed,
And how it waxes all in fear,
I forgo tact, and just say blunt:
“I wish your past weren’t so kind.”

When I go back home, far removed,
Though “home” is really just a word,
For I’m a tourist in my stead,
I don’t know how you’re going back.
You’re going home, so I’ve heard,
The meaning of it all disproved
By my own. For in my head
I envy all the things I lack.