söndag 8 mars 2009

Sunday status


As the falling rain
trickles among the stones
memories come bubbling out.
It's as if the rain
had pierced my temples.
streaming chaotically
come memories:
the reedy voice
of the servant
telling me tales
of ghosts.
They sat beside me
the ghosts
and the bed creaked
that purple-dark afternoon
when I learned you were leaving forever,
a gleaming pebble
from constant rubbing
becomes a comet.
Rain is falling
and memories keep flooding by
they show me a senseless
a voracious
but I keep loving it
because I do
because of my five senses
because of my amazement
because every morning,
because forever, I have loved it
without knowing why.

Claribel Alegría
Översättning: Margaret S. Peden

2 kommentarer:

Annabell sa...

Vad roligt att titta in här och se vad du gör! Verkligen beundransvärt! Du skriver så fint, något som jag har jättesvårt för.Kram A

On Word Arts sa...

Tack Annabell! Nu kan vi kika in i varandras domäner ibland, om vi behöver en paus... Kram och vi ses.