Little Valentina

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    Little Valentina

    Today we saw your first picture.
    You are floating in a fluid sac
    You curled your fist and moved your leg. Dancing?
    Has mom been singing a lively Latin number to you?
    There is a rhythm in that picture
    We did not know until today
    whether frilly dresses and dolls or baseball hats scooters
    would be in store for you
    Now we know from this technological miracle
    For months you lay warm and fluid
    waving now and then or moving your legs to music
    What will you be?
    What will you do Little Valentina in years to come?
    Sing? Dance?
    Join dad on the court to snag a basket or two
    or race him down some ski slope
    Whatever you do, whatever you become
    when you leave your safe heaven
    your beautiful picture of today
    is of Little Valentina getting ready to make her debut
    She will never be quite so secure as now
    where she waves and kicks and tells the world
    who she really is.

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    Bladebearer commented on Little Valentina

    01-19-2009

    This is a very lovely poem.

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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