Thoughts of you are
warm sun rays through
wintry windows
I touch the glass
and my fingers flinch
at the cold pane.
Illusion
16 Mar11 Responses to “Illusion”
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Lupita Eyde-Tucker
Lupita's English translation of Venezuelan poet Oriette D'Angelo's collection, "Homeland of Swarms," was published in 2024 by co•im•press and was recently named a finalist for the 2025 PEN Award for Poetry in Translation and winner of the 2024 Florida Book Award Bronze Medal in Poetry.
Lupita holds an MFA in Creative Writing - Poetry from the University of Florida, and served as a staff scholar at Bread Loaf Translators Conference from 2021 to 2023. She is a Vermont Studio Center Fellow and has received generous institutional support from Bread Loaf Writers Conferences, Poesiaeuropa, the Kentucky Women Writers Conference, and New York State Summer Writers Institute. She is a 2022 Best New Poet and has received numerous Pushcart Prize nominations. She loves visiting the beach with her family, watching baseball, playing volleyball and word games, dancing, darkrooms, black and white film photography, road trips, live music, and trains.
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There is a whole story behind this–you’ve encapsulated a relationship in few words. Bravo.
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Such power in the brevity of your lines 🙂
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In the cold winter we must find our warmth where we can. You said so much with so few words, and an excellent take on the prompt.
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What a wonderful contrast of warm and cold ~ Love the short and snappy lines ~
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NICE. Holy cow. This is pithy, and profound.
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That flinch from that cold pane said a lot! Excellent!
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I admire your ability to condense a story! Illusions of love…can be a simple matter of hot vs. cold.
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The cold and warm, the separation.. It’s all there, a strong metaphor
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So much said in a few words. I like this, Lupita!
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Lupita, I can really deeply feel this one.
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Ah.. yes..
i.. too..
remember
panes of
windows..
so opaque
and cOld
into the
world of
wArm
touch iN
connecting Love..:)
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