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Three Poems: Phantom of the Rocks; Lady from Lima & Bell Ringer of de Copan
Phantom of the Rocks [Huancayo, Peru] Night falls deep Upon the traveler! Low, over the Andes By Huancayo-; They know a legend, Not of this earth, Where evil lurks (Over Palla-Huarcuan!...) "The Phantom of the Rocks"; Should you pass thru there, At night-be aware: Expect not to return!... Note: There is a rock in the form of an Indian Maiden; this is considered the evil spirit of the area. #657 5/13/05 Lady from Lima [Dona Ana-1668 AD] Dona Ana-but twenty-nine Years old- Ruled Lima, Peru, with Diamonds and gold. Haunted with pride and Nobility? She dressed in splendor For all to see! And pardoned a friar Who was quite thirsty! #659 5/2005 Bell Ringer: de Copan In the cathedral de Copan the Bell Ringer was a boy- and his only job (to my knowledge was), was to the ring the bells? in the town-let of the cathedral. It so happened that (one night around dusk) , the lad, with mortal anguish, inspired madness-in the delirium of the moment: rang the bells like Holy Hell!! (As I was witness to this all.) He rang the bells, as if they had wings-! As if this was his sermon-. As he dashed against the Tower Walls-: He rang the bells like Holy Hell!! He rang the bells with Royal decree!! He swung on the ropes like a monkey. Echoes, echoes-passed through the plaza-square; as sinful strollers, strolled everywhere?. As he rang the bells like Holy Hell!! And now tell me: what could I do? I pealed my hat off my head, And kneeled on a pew. Note: Occurrence happened as described in the poem, April, 2005 while visiting the archeological site nearby. #658 [May 13, 2005] Dennis Siluk is a poet, and author. He is working on his 30th book called, "The Treasure of Catalina Wanka," and will have a presentation of it in Lima, Peru in November at the Ricardo Palma house, under the director Luis Cuillermo Guedes Ontaneda, so he looks forward to seeing those whom may be passing through, or perhaps live there. His site: http://dennissiluk.tripod.com
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