Me tocastes.
Aqui. Y aca.
Me has tocado
por todas partes
en lugares secretos
que nadie mas ha visto
en tiempos pasados
que no quiero borrar
profundamente me tocaste
aunque sin verte, ni oírte
y aveces sin entender
tu silencio.
Pero, yo no soy niña
y para que lo sepas
caigo bien en cuenta
que no eres tu el
que intenta tocarme
sino mas bien soy yo
la que se abre
y se deja tocar
como una flor que vive
fugaz, sin miedo
de marchitarse.
Tactfully
You touched me.
Here. And over here.
You have touched me
everywhere
in secret places
that no one else has seen
in times past
that I don’t wish to erase
you touched me deeply
despite not seeing, or hearing you
and sometimes without understanding
your silence.
But, I am not a young girl
and so that you know
I am well aware that
it is not you who
tries to touch me
instead rather it is I
who opens up
and lets myself be touched
like a flower that lives
fleetingly, without fear
of wilting.
Look around, there is evidence everywhere.
A shower poem.
Lupita Eyde-Tucker is a bilingual poet and translator raised in New Jersey and Guayaquil, Ecuador. She is the winner of the 2021 Unbound Book Festival Emerging Poet Award, the 2019 Betty Gabehart Prize, and in 2018 was selected as an AWP Writer to Writer Mentee by poet Maggie Smith. In 2022 her poetry manuscript, "Eucalyptus," was a finalist for the Andrés Montoya Prize from Letras Latinas. The manuscript explores her Sephardic Jewish ancestry and bi-cultural heritage.
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Beautiful! To open up and allow yourself to be touched is a gift — both to the one opening up and to the one to whom one is open. Lovely the way you have phrased this.
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Thanks Mary 🙂
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the being touched and allowing someone to touch..opening up to someone like a flower…there’s a deep secret in this
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A delicate, feminine flower, yet with a very strong core…
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What a wonderful poem.. and I like how you had two languages even if I didn’t understand the one in Spanish… Somehow I can see how it comes through in the English version.. The second stanza is particularly strong.. Really wonderful.
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I like the way your poem opened up like a flower. The words evoked such a gentle trust… beautiful. I wonder what the first part says?
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Thank you. The first part is the same poem, which was originally written in Spanish. The second poem is the English translation.
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Delicate! Fragrant! Delicious! A very good poem.
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Such a beautiful message, to be open and touched by love ~ Live like flowers, without fear of withering ~
Enjoyed listening to your lovely language ~
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Your closing lines are brilliant; I find that flowers lose their bloom & wither, while women’s beauty & allure just deepen with the decades, if love is the common denominator.
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Oh, nice! I know her… or is it me? I want to share this with a friend.
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So beautiful! Beautiful imagery!
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The gardenia bloom is perfect for this poem – so fragrant and pure and so delicate. This almost has a religious feel to it – of how God touches us and opens us to so many better things. Simply beautiful.
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being touched…is truly only special if one has opened themselves to be touched. Lovely piece!
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So beautiful…in both languages. I enjoyed the unexpected twist of inner reflection, growth and love.
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Gorgeous poem. That last line… perfect ending. This is my first time visiting your blog. I’ll definitely be back!
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¡Qué bonito poema! Me gusta mucho como el mensaje cambia. Y el acto exterior se vuelve un acto interior que libera y embellece.
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Oh, my… how sensual! Wonderful, – sent pulses of excitement through me… The chase is not the thrill, nor the flirting ways of our physical selves. The beauty lies in a woman’s submission…. You have just put voice to Venus… Incredibly lovely….
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every man seeks that woman – a beautiful poem
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