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    The poem describes the speaker's loneliness and isolation after losing love. Nature no longer brings them joy or comfort, as birds no longer sing, flowers wilt, fire burns pale, and wind no longer blows. Time reveals no more truth and bells ring no more within them. The speaker is alone and declares that they feel dead without their love.

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    The poem describes the speaker's loneliness and isolation after losing love. Nature no longer brings them joy or comfort, as birds no longer sing, flowers wilt, fire burns pale, and wind no longer blows. Time reveals no more truth and bells ring no more within them. The speaker is alone and declares that they feel dead without their love.

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    Lyric 17

    by Jose Garcia Villa

    I can no more hear Love’s


    Voice. No more moves
    The mouth of her. Birds
    No more sing. Words
    I speak return lonely.
    Flowers I pick turn ghostly.
    Fire that I burn glows
    Pale. No more blows
    The wind. Time tells
    No more truth. Bells
    Ring no more in me.
    I am all alone singly.
    Lonely rests my head.
    —O my God! I am dead.

    The Coconut Poem


    By Jose Garcia Villa

    The coconuts have ripened,


    They are like nipples to the tree.
    (A woman has only two nipples,
    There are many women-lives in a coconut tree.)
    Soon the coconuts will grow heavy and full:
    I shall pick one…many…
    Like a child I shall suck their milk,
    I shall suck out of coconuts little white songs:
    I shall be reminded of many women.
    ………………………………
    I shall kiss a coconut because it is the nipple of a woman.

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