söndag 8 mars 2009

Sunday status


Rain


As the falling rain
trickles among the stones
memories come bubbling out.
It's as if the rain
had pierced my temples.
Streaming
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
falling
and memories keep flooding by
they show me a senseless
world
a voracious
world--abyss
ambush
whirlwind
spur
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.