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De Amerikaanse dichter Frank Lima werd geboren in 1939 in het Spaanse Harlem, New York City. Lima was het enige Latino lid van de New York School tijdens zijn historische hoogtijdagen. Na een moeilijke en gewelddadige jeugd te hebben doorstaan, ontdekte hij poëzie als gedetineerde van een jeugdcentrum voor drugsbehandeling onder toezicht van de schilder, Sherman Drexler, die hem aan zijn dichtersvrienden introduceerde. Na zijn poëziedebuut in de Evergreen Review in 1962, verscheen Lima in de belangrijkste bloemlezingen van de New York School en publiceerde hij twee volledige eigen bundels. Aan het einde van de jaren zeventig verliet Lima de poëziewereld om een succesvolle carrière als chef-kok na te streven, hoewel hij met tussenpozen terugkeerde tot de poëzie en tot aan zijn dood een gedicht per dag bleef schrijven. Hij gaf les aan de New York Restaurant School en was assistent-chef in het Witte Huis tijdens de John Fitzgerald Kennedy-administratie. Lima behaalde zijn MFA aan de Columbia University, waar hij studeerde onder andere Kenneth Koch en Stanley Kunitz. Tot zijn gepubliceerde bundels behoren; “Inventory” (1964), “Underground with the Oriole” (1971), “Angel, New Poems” (1976), “Inventory: New & Selected Poems” (1997) en “The Beatitudes” (2000). Lima werd afgebeeld in het bekende tweeluik van Wynn Chamberlain "Poets Dressed and Undressed", dat het kwartet van Joe Brainard, Frank O'Hara, Joe LeSueur en Lima portretteert in opeenvolgende panelen, gekleed en vervolgens naakt.

This Is a Poem About My Life

the grapes
remind me of the whales
gathering salt for the ocean

this is a poem about my life

you've interrupted
my life and death schedule
which gives me that poetic look each day

this is a poem about my life

where was I before I met you?
I was eroding on my way to work
and slept a lot
deep in the subways

this is a poem about my life

then I met your lips
on that windy day
I stopped poisoning my life
on Monday mornings

this is a poem about my life

when I met you
you were undressed
like a stone in the rain
I swam after utterly naked

this is a poem about my life

before you leave me to heal
I will find you someone to love
who will be shaped like a box

this is a poem about my life

before you leave me to heal
I will become an apple
and hide in a clock

this is a poem about my life

I will plant these wild lines
they will grow into honey
and weep in the spring
for you

Juarez

These empty words are so remote. They are stories someone wants
To believe at the end of the century. Everyone gathers their sea of telluric
Pain to greet the beginning of the new world.

Cars stop and watch the deck chairs limp across the street to await
The coming of the new year. It is the end of summer and autumn and
Winters and springs, and panzer infatuation.

After four hundred eighty-one years, I cannot pull out the Spanish arrow
In my eye. Suddenly everything I knew was inhuman:
The oceans, the tadpoles in their new cars. The clams became
Cheerleaders. The palm trees, strippers, and everyone forgot,
Deer are the shapes of God.

His official language became Latin, when he ceased to be a Jew,
Biting his nails and collecting cans like a cheap minister with sunny gold teeth.
The tender years that once wore oysters would never speak to Him again.

The female spider became a lesbian, devouring our new long legs,
That would never again climb the toy steps our fathers left us. Although
Our legs are hairy and the lilies of a theater, the gentle lips of
Our pyramids rest on our souls like a lover’s fingers.

How many aspirins will we take to reach the surface of truth?
My existence is for sale. The dawn is learning English.
The waves of the sea are unionizing.

The stones that were once our troubled hearts are eating chocolate.
I come to sell you fish, the bread in my blood and my existence.

 
Frank Lima (1939 - 21 oktober 2013)
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