Na remolacha hai algo de terra.
Algo de humidade
Algo de humildade
algo mineral. E auga.
A remolacha é depósito de auga.
Recipiente de auga
sangue de terra
sangue de cultivo
sangue azul de tanto encarnado.
Tiven remolacha
cando tiven corpulencia
cando fun solo de terra
errando pola terra para terme
auga.
Humedecerme nas remolachas.
Cor da miña cor.
Coquetería do meu coração.
para Marja Grędysz
Past As Augas, to As Casas Escondidas,
near the grove I named alone O Serradoiro,
limpid waters green 7 I don t see you
No ships but the ships of the King
The will of the King
No ship but gravel crumbling into fast waters
nas augas caendo
fluvial, detritus in the riverine birch still high
where the flood rose.
O Mother. I call you that. My mother.
Upland tall shrubs, mainly willow.
Grief flecks me too!
Bedrock of the Palaeocene exposed along steep escarpment.
I call you river. Kootisaw.
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Cálgharij M.
(for I cannot call her)
Only death or prison could keep me away
I m waiting for you too!
Do you think the day will come?
Or are all these serments sorrows
Are all these oaths just paper
(which doesn t speak.)
The day that day will come?
(it doesn t speak.)
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Dom Joham d Auoyn
Were it in my power to love such world
In my honesty, and curve
of my ribs around such heart I have
or lung for breath, and alive
here, wanting world as she
to be in me
A creased grave-shroud is my foreboding
A careen or fall, and would you want me ever
world, for it is world I feel such weight for
forlorn or moving forth, though such a world
be questionable, warring, some
privileges at odds with their own mastery
and mastery of me
and yet kindness is ever all I dreamed of, from
you world. Vast vagueries.
I love you still.
Poisoned, delicate world. I love you still.
[940] #995
Erín Moure
