{Poem of the Day} Memory by Frida Kahlo

{Poem of the Day}

I saw the Frida Kahlo exhibit at the Tate in London when I was there in 2005. Unfortunately I was jet-lagged and forgot my glasses, so I wasn’t in the best place to see some of the most beautiful works of art from the 20th century. Hopefully I can catch her exhibit again someday. May have to add it to my {30 to 30} list. To learn more about this beautiful and radical artist, go here.

“Diego and I” by Frida (From PBS.org)

Memory

by Frida Kahlo

I had swayed. Nothing else. But suddenly I knew

In the depth of my silence

He was following me. Like my shadow, blameless and light

In the night, a song sobbed…

The Indians lengthened, winding, through the alleys of the town.

A harp and a jacaranda were the music, and the smiling dark-skinned girls

Were the happiness

In the background, behind the “Zócalo,” the river shined

and darkened, like

the moments of my life.

He followed me.

I ended up crying, isolated in the porch of the parish church,

protected by my bolita shawl, drenched with my tears.

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About julieschicklit

My book blog is dedicated to finding books, stories & ideas that redefine women's literature to be something smarter & funnier. More RAWResome lit for ladies. I am remaining some-what anonymous because I have a day job. My Man-Beast and I are soon going to live abroad in China, so that's why I'm a reblog-aholic.

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