Millicent Borges Accardi,   who started the Westside Women’ Writers poetry community, continues the conversation with this terrific poem. She has received fellowships from the NEA, the California Arts Council, the Barbara Deming Foundation, CantoMundo, along with residencies at Jentel, Yaddo, Vermont Studio, Fundación Valparaíso in Spain, Milkwood in the Czech Republic and Disquiet in Portugal. Her books include Woman on a Shaky Bridge (chapbook), Injuring Eternity and Only More So (forthcoming with Salmon Press, Ireland). She lives in Topanga and telecommutes as a technical writer and theater reviewer.



The cover of Accardi'a book "Injuring Eternity," painted by her husband, Charles Accardi.

I Adore the Field

(translated from content in a blog by Jacinto Lucas Pires)


Many times I, by hand,

Over hand, imagine shades

Of the finished trees

Wrapped up for the soul

Both black and white

Stepping over plants

With their spotted-rooted fee

as if they were Helen of Troy.

Oh, how many times not

Did I desire a garden of where

To plant steel and other hard verses

of the sky filled with an immensely blue

Size that we only can have

When we are far from the city.

And also I see, in the paintings

of António Palolo. Oh, the space.

The holes in the landscape,

Bare places, palcos, where we can

Sing. To dance, to speak when the world

Stops masking the face of modernistas,

Stops glorifying saints, olharapos, rags,

Clothes or threads, futuristas, no,

Not, that, I adore the field.


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  • Wael Moreicheh December 15, 2011 at 5:08 pm

    very lovely words like sweet life
    to dance
    to speak
    when the world stops
    that`s precious poem
    wael moreicheh