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Green Chile - Poem by Jimmy Santiago Baca

I prefer red chile over my eggs
and potatoes for breakfast.
Red chile ristras decorate my door,
dry on my roof, and hang from eaves.
They lend open-air vegetable stands
historical grandeur, and gently swing
with an air of festive welcome.
I can hear them talking in the wind,
haggard, yellowing, crisp, rasping
tongues of old men, licking the breeze.

But grandmother loves green chile.
When I visit her,
she holds the green chile pepper
in her wrinkled hands.
Ah, voluptuous, masculine,
an air of authority and youth simmers
from its swan-neck stem, tapering to a flowery collar,
fermenting resinous spice.
A well-dressed gentleman at the door
my grandmother takes sensuously in her hand,
rubbing its firm glossed sides,
caressing the oily rubbery serpent,
with mouth -watering fulfillment,
fondling its curves with gentle fingers.
Its bearing magnificent and taut
as flanks of a tiger in mid-leap,
she thrusts her blade into
and cuts it open, with lust
on her hot mouth, sweating over the stove,
bandanna round her forehead,
mysterious passion on her face
as she serves me green chile con carne
between soft warm leaves of corn tortillas,
with beans and rice–her sacrifice
to here little prince.
I slurp form my plate
with last bit of tortilla, my mouth burns
and I hiss and drink a tall glass of cold water.

All over New Mexico, sunburned men and women
drive rickety trucks stuffed with gunny sacks
of green chile, from Belen, Beguita, Wllard, Estancia,
San Antonio y Socorro, from fields
to roadside stands, you see them roasting green chile
in screen-sided homemade barrels, and for a dollar a bag,
we relive this old, beautiful ritual again and again.

Comments about Green Chile by Jimmy Santiago Baca

  • Quelso 5/31/2018 12:57:00 AM

    This poem makes me uncomfortable... Nana was/is obviously a freak. Reply

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  • Frank Avon 8/25/2014 1:56:00 AM

    This is not one of Baca's best poems, but it is delightful! (Someone needs to proofread it.)

    Looking at his work as a whole, he is one poet I would put of my list of future candidates for the Poet Laureatship.
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  • Jose Murguia 1/22/2009 1:30:00 AM

    this is the dumbest poem ever a 0! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! 1 Reply

    8 person liked.
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Green Poems
  1. 1. Green Chile
    Jimmy Santiago Baca
  2. 2. The Echoing Green
    William Blake
  3. 3. The Force That Through The Green Fuse Dr..
    Dylan Thomas
  4. 4. Being Young And Green
    Edna St. Vincent Millay
  5. 5. Green Mountain
    Li Po
  6. 6. Green Grow The Rashes
    Robert Burns
  7. 7. Now Spring Has Clad The Grove In Green
    Robert Burns
  8. 8. There Is A Green Hill
    Cecil Frances Alexander
  9. 9. Miss Lloyd Has Now Went To Miss Green
    Jane Austen
  10. 10. A Green Crab's Shell
    Mark Doty
  11. 11. Camps Of Green
    Walt Whitman
  12. 12. Green Groweth The Holly
    Henry VIII, King of England
  13. 13. Green, Green And Green
    Lovina Sylvia Chidi
  14. 14. Green
    David Herbert Lawrence
  15. 15. The Green Linnet
    William Wordsworth
  16. 16. Meet Me In The Green Glen
    John Clare
  17. 17. The Color Of The Grave Is Green
    Emily Dickinson
  18. 18. The Village Green
    Jane Taylor
  19. 19. 'Green Bananas'
    Linda Winchell
  20. 20. Who Goes Amid The Green Wood
    James Joyce
  21. 21. Green: The Color... [green Things]
    Bri Edwards
  22. 22. Green Thumb
    Philip Levine
  23. 23. The Green Bowl
    Amy Lowell
  24. 24. Form The Green Helmet And Other Poems
    William Butler Yeats
  25. 25. How Many Shades Of Green
    Shalom Freedman
  26. 26. Across The Green Fields
    Marilyn Lott
  27. 27. Green Grass And Blue Sky
    Aldo Kraas
  28. 28. In The Green And Gallant Spring
    Robert Louis Stevenson
  29. 29. Small Is The Trust When Love Is Green
    Robert Louis Stevenson
  30. 30. The Green Eye Of The Little Yellow God
    John Milton Hayes
  31. 31. The Green River
    Lord Alfred Douglas
  32. 32. The Gardener Lxxxiv: Over The Green
    Rabindranath Tagore
  33. 33. Oh! Green, Stay Green!
    Valsa George
  34. 34. A Lush Green Garden
    David Harris
  35. 35. Lines Written At Thorp Green
    Anne Brontë
  36. 36. As Through The Wild Green Hills Of Wyre
    Alfred Edward Housman
  37. 37. Men In Green
    David Campbell
  38. 38. In The Shade Of The Green Wood
    ANDREW BLAKEMORE
  39. 39. Ireland's Meadows Green
    Joyce Hemsley
  40. 40. ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! * Green Of Wild*! ! ..
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  42. 42. Ode To The Green Grass Of Summer
    RIC BASTASA
  43. 43. Sonnet For The Green Eyes
    Aldo Kraas
  44. 44. Green
    RIC BASTASA
  45. 45. Ami Green
    Edgar Lee Masters
  46. 46. My Collard Green Romance
    Lawrence S. Pertillar
  47. 47. Springtime’s First Green Is Gold (A Var..
    Ilania Cyaalá
  48. 48. The Green Green Grass
    Aldo Kraas
  49. 49. May In The Green-Wood
    Anonymous
  50. 50. The Echoing Green
    john tiong chunghoo

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Green Poems

  1. Green Mountain

    You ask me why I dwell in the green mountain; I smile and make no reply for my heart is free of care. As the peach-blossom flows down stream and is gone into the unknown, I have a world apart that is not among men.

  2. The Echoing Green

    The sun does arise, And make happy the skies; The merry bells ring To welcome the spring; The skylark and thrush, The birds of the bush, Sing louder around To the bell's cheerful sound, While our sports shall be seen On the Echoing Green. Old John with white hair, Does laugh away care, Sitting under the oak, Among the old folk. They laugh at our play, And soon they all say: 'Such, such were the joys When we all, girls and boys, In our youth time were seen On the Echoing Green.' Till the little ones, weary, No more can be merry; The sun does descend, And our sports have an end. Round the laps of their mothers Many sisters and brother, Like birds in their nest, Are ready for rest, And sport no more seen On the darkening Green. .

  3. The Force That Through The Green Fuse Drives The Flower

    The force that through the green fuse drives the flower Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees Is my destroyer. And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose My youth is bent by the same wintry fever. The force that drives the water through the rocks Drives my red blood; that dries the mouthing streams Turns mine to wax. And I am dumb to mouth unto my veins How at the mountain spring the same mouth sucks. The hand that whirls the water in the pool Stirs the quicksand; that ropes the blowing wind Hauls my shroud sail. And I am dumb to tell the hanging man How of my clay is made the hangman's lime. The lips of time leech to the fountain head; Love drips and gathers, but the fallen blood Shall calm her sores. And I am dumb to tell a weather's wind How time has ticked a heaven round the stars. And I am dumb to tell the lover's tomb How at my sheet goes the same crooked worm.

  4. Being Young And Green

    Being Young and Green, I said in love's despite: Never in the world will I to living wight Give over, air my mind To anyone, Hang out its ancient secrets in the strong wind To be shredded and faded— Oh, me, invaded And sacked by the wind and the sun!