Poem
Samuel Jaramillo
Woman of a misty moon
Under the rays of the blue moon,filtered through the mist,
she sails.
Her merlons are an escape.
She’s always just about
to close a window
and in my dream
time after time I study
her night-time back
as she draws a curtain.
An enigma, her lips,
an offering split in two,
always slightly open.
Her black eyes
sparkle against the flow
of the moonlit night
"they climb up and down the steps
of good and evil".
I hesitate, therefore, under the very mist
that surrounds her: should I wait for the maturity
of the astral cycle of her enigma?
The light in her window
burns in the night
as the perpetual curtain
is once again
just about to close.
© Translation: 2003, Tjebbe Donner
Mujer de luna brumosa
Mujer de luna brumosa
Bajo los rayos de la luna azul,filtrados por la niebla,
ella navega.
Sus almenas son la huida.
Ella siempre está a punto
de cerrar una ventana
y en mi sueño
una y otra vez contemplo
su espalda nocturna
mientras corre una cortina.
Un enigma, sus labios,
oferta partida en dos,
siempre entreabierta.
Sus ojos negros
centellean contra el fluir
de la noche de luna:
“suben y bajan los peldaños
del bien y del mal”.
Vacilo, entonces, bajo la misma bruma
que la envuelve: ¿debo esperar que madure
el ciclo astral de su enigma?
La luz de su ventana
arde en la noche
mientras la cortina perpetua
está otra vez
a punto de cerrarse.
© 1998, Samuel Jaramillo
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Woman of a misty moon
Under the rays of the blue moon,filtered through the mist,
she sails.
Her merlons are an escape.
She’s always just about
to close a window
and in my dream
time after time I study
her night-time back
as she draws a curtain.
An enigma, her lips,
an offering split in two,
always slightly open.
Her black eyes
sparkle against the flow
of the moonlit night
"they climb up and down the steps
of good and evil".
I hesitate, therefore, under the very mist
that surrounds her: should I wait for the maturity
of the astral cycle of her enigma?
The light in her window
burns in the night
as the perpetual curtain
is once again
just about to close.
© 2003, Tjebbe Donner
Woman of a misty moon
Under the rays of the blue moon,filtered through the mist,
she sails.
Her merlons are an escape.
She’s always just about
to close a window
and in my dream
time after time I study
her night-time back
as she draws a curtain.
An enigma, her lips,
an offering split in two,
always slightly open.
Her black eyes
sparkle against the flow
of the moonlit night
"they climb up and down the steps
of good and evil".
I hesitate, therefore, under the very mist
that surrounds her: should I wait for the maturity
of the astral cycle of her enigma?
The light in her window
burns in the night
as the perpetual curtain
is once again
just about to close.
© 2003, Tjebbe Donner
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