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    The poem describes the speaker emerging from their desire to be nude by burning down the walls and roof that confined them. They are left supremely lean and unsheathed like a holy knife. The speaker finds the hand of God to hold them beyond annulment. God holds the speaker like a burning poem and waves them all over the world.

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    from Have Come, Am Here (1942) Lyrics: I by Jose

    Garcia Villa
    16
    In my desire to be Nude
    I clothed myself in fire:
    Burned down my walls, my roof,
    Burned all these down.
    Emerged myself Supremely lean
    Unsheathed like a holy knife.
    With only His Hand to find
    To hold me beyond annul.
    And found Him found Him found Him
    Found the Hand to hold me up!
    He held me like a burning poem
    And waved me all over the world.

    Jos Garcia Villa, Lyric 12, from Have Come, Am Here


    am so very am and
    speak so very speak
    and look my every hand
    is for each all lovers sake
    and nowherever time
    can farther never go
    tomorrow cannot climb
    over each least lovers brow
    my every vein rings
    nows lifest rose: my skull
    is among the kings
    in that danger steeple
    where each air breathed
    is a love to glow to sing

    and each love wreathed


    is but Gods beginning
    because He can not be
    until Am is Am in flame
    fire is His dancing augury
    to give love His name

    Hindi Ko Na Marinig
    Ni Jose F. Lacaba, Halaw kay Jose Garcia Villa
    Hindi ko na marinig
    ang tinig ng pag-ibig
    Hindi na bumubukas
    ang kanyang labi. Salat
    sa awitin ang ibon.
    Namumutla ang apoy.
    Rosas na bagong-pitas
    ay naluluoy agad.
    Hindi na umiihip
    ang hangin. Natahimik
    na ang mga kampana.
    Ako?y nangungulila.
    Puso ko?y lupaypay na.
    Diyos ko, ako?y patay na.
    Ang halaw (adaptation, imitation) na ito ay kabilang sa kalipunang ?Edad Medya: Mga Tula
    sa Katanghaliang Gulang? ni Jose F. Lacaba (Anvil Publishing, 2000; National Book Award
    for poetry, 2000)

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