MUSIC
POETRY
2010
PRESS
NARRATION
ABOUT US
COMEDY
Antarctica
I
Cold! Cold! Totally cold! Colder than Alaska or Siberia.
Colder than the North Pole. Cold like my former soul
Are you, oh age-old Antarctica!
Measureless and empty plains with silences as white and deep as death
Descended on me there, and frost besieged the air
From rocks of ice around Antarctica.
Dark and shapeless were the nights while somewhere deep in space, the Milky Way
Rose beaming like the dawn, but never would the sun,
And I withdrew behind Antarctica . . .
II
Warm . . . warm . . . lovely warm . . . warmer than the Congo, Spain or India . . .
Warmer than a bonfire has been my old desire
For always green, tropical Trinidad . . .
Riverbanks and stars arise despite the walls of ice I once evoked
Around Antarctica, for I am thinking of
My always green, tropical Trinidad . . .
Oh, there’s the warmth and love of old of starry nights in lovely Trinidad.
Royal are the palm trees, and gentle is the evening breeze
In always green, tropical Trinidad . . .
III
Long ago there was a time my heart was almost like Antarctica
With blizzards all about, where life was just a shout
Across a desolate Antarctica!
Cool is the light on snowy nights when I am thinking of Antarctica.
The cold is like my past and I have changed at last,
And so have you, oh cold Antarctica.
Warm is the light on starry nights when I am thinking of my Trinidad.
The warmth is in the name, and there’s a perfect flame
Around my self, my age-old Trinidad . . .
© 1988 Freddy Fonseca
Published by Pivot, Brooklyn, NY in 2004
and by winningwriters.com in 2004: http://www.winningwriters.com/resources/critiques/2004/urc_0412fonseca.php.
Design and copyright 2009 Freddy Niagara Fonseca
Fairfield Creates
