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Make Me The Liquid By Your Vase

By Nina Estrada Puyat Prometheus Unbound
Make me the liquid by your vase contained By Ruben Cuevas
Make me the clay that you would shape and mould.
Make me the puppet by your wish ordained,
The shadow and reflection of your world.
Make me the memory of your smile when this
Mars shall glow tonight,
Is fled. The glimmer of your tear before
They fall. The sigh suspended from a kiss
Artemis is out of sight.
Conceived and born in your heart's inmost core.
Let me be the music that your fingers play.
Rust in the twilight sky
The instrument beneath your singing hands.
The echo of your voice, the midnight of your day,
Colors a bloodshot eye,
The eddy following your soul's respnse.
For, Love, I would be paint beneath your brush:
Or shall I say that dust
Distinct and yet united, we two at last.

Sunders the sleep of just?
I shall not yield although he storms my castle.
I shall not kiss him back although I tear
My heart. I shall note let sound of his pestle
Pounding at my soul break through the mask I wear, Hold fast to the gift of fire!
Betray the frigid treachery I dare.
I shall not let his seeking hands caress me. I am rage! I am wrath! I am ire!
He shall not touch this jet-black hair that is mine.
He shall not see the prayer of eyes misty The vulture sits on my rock,
With hunger, beggared yet unpleading, nor find
The initiated breasts' pubescent line. Licks at the chains that mock
The moon will set, but he and I will never
Know each other. Chained to a vow once made, Emancipation’s breath,
In numb despair I shall deny him answer
And turn away: virtuous, pure and . . . dead. Reeks of death, death, death.

On one another yet we shall in time
Set eyes, and I my sweet revenge shall gain, Death shall not unclench me.
For muffled tears that fell like prayer rain
To still the clamor of a bell that chimed I am earth, wind and sea!
Relentlessly within my haunted mind.
For all the humiliated shame that died Kisses bestow on the brave
Over my love so ruthlessly denied
By your unfaithful heart of stone, I'll find That defy the damp of grave
A brand to sear your memory, a way
To torture you again with sighs of lips And strike the chill hand of
You well remember and of breasts and hips
Whose feel you knew but lost. I only pray Death with the flaming sword of love.

However her body was now shapeless and thin from bearing so many children and from the hard work of caring for them and the household.Maybe the question was not to be answered. Dodong returned to the house humiliated by himself. Dodong at this time is only 36 years old. Blas also reacts with resentment. Lucio. Lucio had married after she married Dodong. But like what his father did. would she be childless? She feels that would have been a better lot in life. After that. there is a long and cruel silence. comes real life. and finally his father gives his consent. Dodong is waiting outside their house while Teang gives birth to their first son. he also realizes that he is dealing with Youth and Love. Footnote to Youth By Jose Garcia Villa The story started where. Seven children in all. is impatiently waiting for his father to return home so that he can tell him of his love for Teang and his desire to marry her. Teang gave birth to six more child. she cried and wished that she had not married so young. But she chose Dodong because he was so much younger. but tried to make Blas think twice before rushing to marriage . who was nine years older than Dodong.When he tells his father that he has asked Teang to marry him and wants his blessing. One night Dodong goes outside and thinks about his life. Why did life forsake you after love? He never finds the answer. It must be so to make Youth dreamfully sweet. But she loves Dodong.Dodong did not object. and they will triumph over this situation. She wonders if she had married Lucio. he was childless. He gives his consent feeling sad and sorry for his son. however. For the next six years. He asks the same question his father asked him.Teang did not complain.The vengeance that upon your soul I lay Will not redound and break this heart of clay. He feels that at 17 he is a grown man and is ready for the next important step in his life. Even though she loved Dodong. but he is portrayed as a much older man. . He had wanted to know a little wisdom but was denied it. He wants to have the wisdom to know why life does not fulfill Youth's dreams. There had been another suitor. Dodong. even though life has made him old and ugly. When Blas turns 18. Does Blas have to marry Tena? He does not want him to make the same mistake he did. His father asks him "must you marry her" because his father thinks Dodong is very young but Dudong resents his father's question. Nine months later.Dodong did not want any more children. he comes home and tells Dodong that he wants to marry Tena. Dudong does not want Blas to marry so young. how hard it is to be a young father. Blas. for he was thinking.because Dodong doesn't want Blas to end up like him. a 17 years old boy. he was even ashamed for his early paternity that he can't look into his parents eyes. Dodong realizes that Blas was taking his footsteps many years ago. a contrast to how he felt nine months ago. He feels young and inexperienced.