Untutored Tongue                                              

            I sing the peculiar
            Of necessity
            Because my voice is
            Ill-trained and, perhaps,
            The great seas with their teeming undercurrents,
            The forests of insect indiscretion
            And the mountains that open their breasts to the
            Relentless snow –
            They are beyond me
            And you and your eyes
            Though close – they too
            Therefore I rest my head
            In the crook of your knee
            And note the scales
            Of your heel and hope
            You will not be offended
            When you shake me off,
            My rough untutored tongue


            Emanuel E. García, The Virtues of Calamity, One Hundred Poems2013

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