Ode to Satipo [Part One/Jungle Eyes] O Satipo, your jungle eyes--I see; Lo, your life-filled warmth opens Upon thy brow...
Be ye, open up--your jungle gates For me, Before--, Before the wild comes with new And old roars (And horrific drums form within The deep...
)! I could feel and hear the jungle life Within my veins,-- Appeared images--within my brain.
Leafage, like peace offerings-- Silently--swayed, Upon the shoulders of its kind--; And here I stood in paradise! 1/24/06 #1016 Ode to Satipo [Part Two/Peru's Abode] Across her deep-roads of green From rivers and valleys now (From where I stand) unseen,-- From thy heavens above, falls Forth, (In truth and trials, and long course) To call you nobler friend, than I, Wherefore I stand, under your skies.
Wherefrom I saith, 'Satipo!'-- Peru's abode--, as Precious as the Andean walls-- Be ye, lift up your gates: Jungle (beauty), For here is where stars are born!...
#1017 1/24/2006 Ode to Satipo [Part Three/Shades of Green] Oh patient Satipo, in silent Green! Complexities, triumphs Wings like engines (Everywhere) And, what so way I look, Shapes and wonders: bounties Great-- That thou with loving care Creates A thousand colors of jade Receding in your rainforest; Hence, I sense your bliss, Within Your wildness...
! #1018 1/24/2006 Comments by the author:I had lived as a child in the city (St.
Paul, Minnesota, United States), which I left as soon as possible, to roam the world, which I felt was really my own little city.
I was amazed at the diversity of the world, its many kinds of people, traditions, customs, temples, ruins, climate, geography, animals--, and now I've been to several jungles, and of course that is in a class of its own.
From Central America (Tikal), to the Amazon, to the Gran Sabana, and those jungles in Java, and South East Asia, Vietnam; and let me add, Guam, and the Galapagos (more for the animals, than jungle though); and Easter Island (again, more for its isolated location, and its people than for the jungle life); the fact is, it is all one big jungle for me; etcetera.
These poems in this book were written during a quiet time of my life (which is now of course); quiet, in the sense of: I'm slowing down some, more because I have to, not necessarily want to.
So I dedicate this three part poem to the folks of the Satipo Jungle of Peru.
And to a friend writer, who has written much in his young life,and loves the word, and has much to say: Lance Windslow.
In Spanish Translated by Nancy Penaloza Dedicado a Mamá María Oda en Prosa: A Satipo OH, Satipo, tus ojos de laselva- yo vi; Aquí, tu calor lleno de- vidase abre sobre mi frente, aunaquí arriba en los cielos.
Por favor abre Las puertas de la selva antesde que el salvaje venga con nuevos e impacientes rugidos, yo quiero vermas; horribles tambores, yo escucho mi corazón latir,nuevamente, ¡aquí, vienen! Yo puedo sentir y escuchar la vida de la selva dentro de mis venas, -cuando no estaba Cerca de ella; uno puede,usted sabe, cuándo esta en ti; su imagen aparece, aun cuando no esta cerca- dentro de mi cerebro.
El follaje, como ofrenda de paz- silenciosamente yo recuerdo su -balanceo, sobre mis hombros de su amabilidad-; y aquí, aquí yo permanezco en el Paraíso! 1/24/06 # 1016 Una nota sobre: Mamá Maria.
Ella vivió la mayor parte de su vida dentro y fuerade Satipo la selva de Perú;esto talvez fue su tercer o cuarto amor:primero Dios, ella misma su esposo e hijos, y luego la selva; yo creo que esto pudo ser en ese orden, o talvez su esposo y niños y luego ella misma, yo no se: pero lo que yo conozco es esto: si ella amo a la selva la mitad de lo mucho que yo amo escribir poesía: ella verdaderamente amoal Monumentalmente Satipo, entonces quien mas merece esta poema dedicado, yo no se si alguien mas ademásde ella.