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Mayo 8, 2005
Autumn
(from Amen)
Ah, a sound I recognize – autumn’s rambling gust
Here already; deep inside the forests it breeds thunder
Silently, and cripples overloaded orchards.
A solemn wind that’s like us, speaking our language
Where disaster sings an undertone.
Let us offer him
The roses’ waning, smells by the cartload slowly pouring
Into the valley, and stanzas of birdsong he unravels
In the warmth that cupped our sleep.
This evening’s
Sky long shut within its brightness, expands and breaks away
Dragging the horizon of its slant sail; and the blue
Once our habitual threshold, moves off in long strides
Through the creased vale lying open for the rain to read.
Jacques Réda, translated by Jennie Feldman
Posted by sarita at Mayo 8, 2005 1:16 PM