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Harold J. Recinos
Harold Recinos is a poet with ten previous collections, and he is also Professor of Church and Society at the Perkins School of Theology at Southern Methodist University, a cultural anthropologist by training. His poetry has been featured in Anglican Theological Review, Weavings, Anabaptist Witness, and Afro-Hispanic Review, among others. Since the early-1980s, Recinos has worked with and defended the civil and human rights of Salvadoran refugees in the US and in marginal communities in El Salvador.
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Harold J. Recinos
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Copyright © 2017 Harold J. Recinos. All rights reserved. Except for brief quotations in critical publications or reviews, no part of this book may be reproduced in any manner without prior written permission from the publisher. Write: Permissions, Wipf and Stock Publishers, 199 W. 8th Ave., Suite 3, Eugene, OR 97401.
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Look
Shout
Apologize
Other Shores
Say
The Place
Night
Old Revolutionaries
The Walk
The Shadows
Redemption
Salsa Night
The Future
Passages
Unshaken
Cold Day
Believe
The Wall
Been Gone
Follow Me
Rising Up
The Stripper
Charmed
The Apartment Visit
The Girl
I, Believe
Rock Bread
Becoming
Stand Up
Silence
The Move
Presidential Debate
The Hallway
Face Paint
The Playground
The Workers
Trying Times
Leaked
Panchimalco
Subway
The Box
First Prayer
The Wait
Trump Up
The Knot
Laurence
The Vision
Struggle
The Garden
The Nameless
Starry Night
Halloween Night
Stick Ball
There is Time
Tenderness
Wonder
Election Day
The Poor
The Day After
The Stone
Kindness
Evening Prayer
Election Day
Imagine
Letter to my Brother
Poverty
The Birth
Thanksgiving Day
Got It
Hudson Hotel
Wings
Fordham Road
Old Church
Answer
Waiting
Bend
The Pier
Ponder
El Barrio
Simple
The Big Tree
Here
Christmas, Rockefeller Center
Redemption
Piety
The Musician
Peace
The Drop
The Guitar
False Arrest
The Mother
New Year
After School
Where
Cold
¡Ay, Bendito!
Lost Day
Rain
Flight
The Climb
Sound
The Way
The Stand
Knock
Hunts Point
Exit
Lament
Awake
This time
Lent
Roadside
Beloved Community
What Matters
Bread
Simple Wood
Fish Platter
The Other Side
Pouring Rain
The Boys
The Stoop
Say!
Graduation
Clothesline
Bus Ride
Mr. President
Look
look,
at me from
where you
live,
laborer, cook,
dishwasher, housekeeper,
nanny, cashier,
janitor, trucker,
farm hand, brick layer,
carpenter, and retail clerk.
tell me you know
our Spanish tears,
the noise
they make,
and the
insolvency we
hardly ever
escape.
look at me
in the day’s
tired hours,
leaning against
the wall
on the corner,
waiting to
sit with
you
to talk
of things.
Shout
I imagine there are a thousand
ways to pour discouragement
out, to see light rise from ashes,
or find the other side of sadness
come up from watering eyes. when
I went up to ring the church bells,
to scare the nighttime ghosts down
the grieving streets, far from the
two old men sobbing, beyond the
aged cemetery now covered with
lilies, and past the piteous hearts
of children with hope turned to
dust, I wondered about the best
way to wrestle with this world
that prohibits us? surely, there are
a thousand ways to end these days
keeping us thirsty, hungry, hardened,
and afraid. if you come close take hold
of our hands, the dreams we make, and
have a look at the blood and bones that
moves when called by name. at
midnight, dash to the rooftop with
us to shout, enough!
Apologize
what time are the politicians
coming back to apologize for
ignoring the transparent truth,
the whimpering on the streets,
the apartments full of corpses
leaving behind a landslide of
grief? when will they shiver
in our imprisoned cold, kneel
with the martyrs of the Bethlehem
star, and sit on the stoops in the
August heat? I worry they have
not learned to say the right things,
spend their time boiling our tears,
and work in deep sleep. today, I
plan to send these letters written by the
dead that are full of sentences to make
them simply see!
Other Shores
those voices you do not hear,
faceless through all the years,
beaten down by batons, political
speech, angry cold stares, left
with festering wounds on the
filthy streets are newcomers here
who pushed from your dreams
mirror a overlooked history. the
grieving maids in your homes, the
gardeners who help your flowers
grow, the brick layers putting up
the fancy neighborhood mansions,
the wounded who sob emptying
the rubbish bins in the offices that
make this country rich, the children
who long for their deported parents
from unimaginable depths are like
you in the settling night searching
simply for a place to call sweet, sweet
home. in the ordinary days when you
cannot find time to listen to the words
shouting of another world, when you
turn away from dark hands that offer to
set you free, in the silences across
this earth, the revelations of detested
refugees, remember these lives and
all their other tongues more than the
management’s present inhumanity.
Say
the children
cry justice
beneath
heaven’s
dimming light,
a thing in
cruelty past
so many did
see. the older
generation with
near forgotten
dreams reaches
with the darkest
hands
for signs
that read
Lord of Mercy,
tell these
people
full of
hate, America,
the beautiful,
so beautiful
too with me.
The Place
they read the English clocks made
in China, always go to work on time,
play the lottery for a big hit, never complain
of a thing, walk the unknown streets, send their
kids to schools offering books with a hundred pages
missing, bury their dead in cheap wood with grief
fixed to their wrinkled faces, breathe the angry air
telling them how to misspell their names, live to
see poverty abounding from generation to the
next, know hunger, illness, fatigue, work that keeps
them close to death, and listen to the devilish cries
of hate that surrounds them in a forgotten place so
carefully slighted by all your Gods. they lean into
the light of day, stand in the quiet of night, kneel
in prayer in