Cosas
Pienso en umbral donde deje
pasos alegres que ya no llevo,
y en el umbral veo una llaga
llena de musgo y de silencio.
Me busco un verso que he perdido,
que a los siete años me dijeron.
Fue una mujer haciendo el pan
y yo su santa boca veo.
Things [my own translation]
I think of a threshold where I left
happier paths no longer tread,
and the footprints now seen
are full of moss and silence.
I look for a verse that is lost,
which at seven was told to me.
It was a woman making her bread
and her blessed mouth I still see.
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Posted by: Michele at 01:34 AM | Comments (1) |
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1 Well, I torture Harvey when he posts a poem, so let's see what I can come up with here ... Things [my own version] I remember a home I visited in the past I've not been back yet these memories last, The address and street I still recall but I wonder if the house still stands at all. The things I learned there, the experiences we shared. It was so fleeting - I've left it behind, yet so permanent it all is in my mind.
Posted by: _Jon at August 14, 2004 09:29 AM (RZ4Hy)
Pienso en umbral donde deje
pasos alegres que ya no llevo,
y en el umbral veo una llaga
llena de musgo y de silencio.
Me busco un verso que he perdido,
que a los siete años me dijeron.
Fue una mujer haciendo el pan
y yo su santa boca veo.
Things [my own translation]
I think of a threshold where I left
happier paths no longer tread,
and the footprints now seen
are full of moss and silence.
I look for a verse that is lost,
which at seven was told to me.
It was a woman making her bread
and her blessed mouth I still see.
==============================================
Posted by: Michele at 01:34 AM | Comments (1) |
Post contains 113 words, total size 1 kb.
1 Well, I torture Harvey when he posts a poem, so let's see what I can come up with here ... Things [my own version] I remember a home I visited in the past I've not been back yet these memories last, The address and street I still recall but I wonder if the house still stands at all. The things I learned there, the experiences we shared. It was so fleeting - I've left it behind, yet so permanent it all is in my mind.
Posted by: _Jon at August 14, 2004 09:29 AM (RZ4Hy)
