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Verde Yo Te Quiero Verde

1) The poem expresses love for the color green, praising it for being cool and calming like a sea serpent's skin or deep forest. 2) Red, white, and blue are described as having negative associations - red with violence, white with pain, and blue with despair. 3) Green represents a respite from these senses and colors, being described as virgin, girlish, and representing moments of clarity in nature. 4) The speaker declares their love for green as queen over color, taking refuge in its domain of forests and finding sanctuary in moments of green.

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Verde Yo Te Quiero Verde

1) The poem expresses love for the color green, praising it for being cool and calming like a sea serpent's skin or deep forest. 2) Red, white, and blue are described as having negative associations - red with violence, white with pain, and blue with despair. 3) Green represents a respite from these senses and colors, being described as virgin, girlish, and representing moments of clarity in nature. 4) The speaker declares their love for green as queen over color, taking refuge in its domain of forests and finding sanctuary in moments of green.

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VERDE YO TE QUIERO VERDE

Color of Green: I love you: Green:


(Red
       scorches; White
                              has whips; Blue
                                                    bites.)
the river-cool sea-serpent skin
of your deep arms enfolds my flesh in
       silence.

Red assaults; rains fire, blood; excites,


devours. Red, our terror aloud,
cried out, of death. (Green is the night's
luxuriant waters jewelled thick with islands.)

White is wisdom, the scourge of God.


Insanity, her nudeness. Pain,
her blinding deserts. Noon, her shroud.
(O moss-grown wells, raw fruits, slopes hung
         with curtains!)

Blue is thought, despair; the ink-stain


time prints on all matter; the cold
vague melancholy eyes retain
of voyages long perished from importance...

Red,
      ripeness, then; White,
                                      age; Blue,
                                                     mold.
Yet from these senses, though in their
decadence, still rises fourfold
a hunger for that other color, virgin,
         girlish!

That abrupt, sharp waking up, bare


of blankets, of all dreams-- with dawn
on the grasses: all water, air
and earth caught fo an instant clean
         and careless!

Have i built of such moments one more


sanctuary? Have enthralled
stupid flseh as swine that none
may interrupt these ears turned to
        the siren...

Deep in the jungle. Here have I walled


me stranded from the rainbow; in
this lead-wooed shrine the emerald
stone-unripe guavas pack their smell           
          of iron.

Yea, this world-- spun, sped between


fire branching under, fire above. You
are its whisper of Eden, Queen
crowned over color:
                            Color of Green:
                                         I love you!

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