Of all the freedoms
And the watercolors of our childhood
vanishing into thin air …
Through the salt marsh I will search for you
when the sun allows me to look back.
I will arrive at your grave to leave you
a branch broken off an almond tree,
and a poem killed by anguish, which you
have already illustrated with your blood.
(Copyright 1992 by Alicia Partnoy. Reprinted from “Revenge of the Apple – Venganza de la manzana,” published by Cleis Press, with permission from Alicia Partnoy. Translated by Richard Schaaf, Regina Kreger and Alicia Partnoy.)