I fell in love with an ode you wrote
for I too love the fall most of all
when leaves dress up in their best attire.
And to you, Percy B. Shelley,
Your Ode to the Skylark
will be with me forever
for I was thrilled to know
that “like a poet hidden
in the light of thought”
I too would sing the hymns of love and life.
I too would touch the hearts of others.
And to you William Wordsworth,
I owe you oh so much
because I learned to keep in touch
with remembrances of
my childhood dreams of the past and the present.
Had it not been for my English teacher, Mrs. Metelitz
to whom I want to write an ode one day
I would not have understood
your Ode on Intimation of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood.
And to you Pablo Neruda
I pay homage to the Maize
that my grandmother love to
mold into sorullitos and guanime
and that my mother would
teach me to make one day
and no doubt
I will pass this tradition onto my daughter
And she to her daughters
so that Maize
be praised forever.
*sorullitos – corn fritters guanime – corn dumpling