TANGO EXPOSED

This walk, a pivot, a pause,
This meditative movement,
This indulgent endeavor;
Why do we surrender to it?
To bring forth the subterranean,
To reveal to the near-distant dawn,
To the always watching community
Who know us better than our confessor?

-Boyle

Carlos

CARLOS

 

A man dancing Tango -

do you want me to tell his age?

Look at his slow, soft, tender movements

drawing strong, loving, burning pictures

of lived passion

on the floor.

Bringing memories to life:

-         tenthousand hours of experienced love

-         valleys darkened by the bitter flood of disappointment

-         a field of roses smelling the hope of fulfillment.

Leading the female

his sensual hands are taking care of

to its longing, proud, supple singing,

becoming one movement

of desire.

This man is as young as love.

 

 

Maria

Ten Tango Haiku

Ten Tango Haiku

By Kyoko Richter (translated by Fred Richter)

Dancing the tango on a spring day,

Blond hair

Flowing over her shoulders.

Off with sneakers,

On with dance shoes –

Lilacs in bloom around the house.

A chill on the lilacs –

A small first step
On a night of tango.

Slender shoulders on a

Hazy spring night –

Tango music.

The spring moon, faint --

Hand in hand

Toward the moving circle of dancers.

Last night's tango music

Still in my ears:

Picking flowering salad greens.

Columbine buds

Pointing toward the heavens –

Young girls dancing.

Deep spring --

Two women

Dance the tango!

Outside,

Tango music behind,

The scent of roses.

Almost summer –

A small room,

The quick beat of the milonga.