Cada mirada estrena el mundo

miércoles, febrero 15, 2006

Sam Francis


for Donald Justice

The bluish, pale
face of the house
rises above me
like a wall of ice

and the distant,
barking of an owl
floats toward me.

I half close my eyes.

Over the damp
dark of the garden
flowers swing
back and forth
like small ballons.

The solemn trees,
each buried
in a cloud of leaves,
seem lost in sleep.

It is late.
I lie in the grass,
feeling at ease,
pretending the end
will be like this.

falls on my flesh.
A breeze
circles my wrist.

I drift.
I shiver.
I know that soon
the day will come
to wash away the moon?s
white stain,

that I shall walk
in the morning sun
as anyone.

Mark Strand-U.S.A

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