Two Poems by Daniel Flores y Ascencio

BOMB 9 Spring 1984
009 Spring Summer 1984

To Die of Love

A tree
A verse
A dove

From love I am trembling
and I am cold
crazy cold with anguish and joys.

The dying
little by little
makes me sick.

I want to die
all of a sudden
so suddenly
to feel the impact
of my body in battle
against yankee fire.

To feel, then, nothing more—

of the fertile land
of life at play
of peace.

​Ruth Vollmer 01

Ruth Vollmer, Musical Forest, 1961, 9½ inches diameter. Courtesy Jack Tilton Gallery, New York.

A Question of Life

ambushes at every corner
and at times
brute sentiment
and rage 
distend my heart 
like a stretch sock. 

Between life
and death
is an ongoing battle.
One is like an old shoe
and the other like a bare foot.

At times I like dry flowers more 
than the fresh-cut 
and at times death,
it seems fruitless, 
and, life so alone.

Translations by Zoë Anglesey and Daniel Flores Ascencio.

Daniel Flores is a painter, poet and filmmaker. He is Founder and Director of the Institute of Arts and Letters of El Salvador in Exile, INALSE.

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Originally published in

BOMB 9, Spring 1984

Nicolas Echevarria, Pam Yates, art by James Nares and Tom Otterness, writing by Daisy Zamora, Kathy Acker, Glenn O’Brien, and more.

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009 Spring Summer 1984