Jose Villa's "Inviting a Tiger for the weekend" and "I was speaking of oranges to a lady" in World Poetry (An Anthology of Verse from Antiquity to our Time) PART TWO
As a continuation to the entry on Jose Villa posted earlier in PART ONE, here is his two more poems.
Jose Villa's two other poems "Inviting a Tiger for the weekend" and "I was speaking of oranges to a lady" are entertaining and light read despite the fact that I still have to point out that they do not reflect anything about or specifically Filipino. I still liked the Jose Rizal entry which I blogged about earlier.
Inviting a Tiger for a Weekend
Jose Garcia Villa
Inviting a tiger for a weekend.
The gesture is not heroics but discipline.
The memories will be splendid.
Proceed to dazzlement, Augustine.
Banish little birds, graduate to tiger.
Proceed to dazzlement, Augustine.
Any tiger of whatever colour
the same as jewels any stone
Flames always assential morn.
The guest is luminous, peer of Blake.
The ghost is gallant, eye of Death.
If you will do this you will break.
The little religious for my sake.
Invite a tiger for a weekend,
Proceed to dazzlement, Augustine.
Jose Garcia Villa
Inviting a tiger for a weekend.
The gesture is not heroics but discipline.
The memories will be splendid.
Proceed to dazzlement, Augustine.
Banish little birds, graduate to tiger.
Proceed to dazzlement, Augustine.
Any tiger of whatever colour
the same as jewels any stone
Flames always assential morn.
The guest is luminous, peer of Blake.
The ghost is gallant, eye of Death.
If you will do this you will break.
The little religious for my sake.
Invite a tiger for a weekend,
Proceed to dazzlement, Augustine.
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I was speaking of oranges to a lady
Jose Garcia Villa
I was speaking of oranges to a lady
of great goodness when O the lovely
giraffes came. Soon it was all their
splendor about us and my throat
ached with the voice of great larks.
O the giraffes were so beautiful as
if they meant to stagger us by such
overwhelming vision: Let us give
each rose said my beautiful lady
of great goodness and we sent the
larks away to find roses. It was
while the larks were away that
the whitest giraffe among them
and the goldest one among them
O these two loveliest ones sought
and found us: bent before us two
kneeling with their divine heads
bowed. And it was then we knew
why all this loveliness was sent
us: the white prince and the golden
princess kneeling: to adore us
brightly: we the Perfect Lovers.
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