Poem
Santiago Barcaza
In the eye of the bird that flies before you
From the winter a crow keepsA conversation
Spoken in the same tone
So no one can distinguish
Between questions and answers
What is captured in the eye
What has taken you a lifetime to achieve
Seems despicable to you today
A bitterness-free heart
Seems despicable to you today
A leaf wilted by the sun
Seems despicable to you today
From the winter a crow keeps
What it sees: your closed eyes
In the eye of the bird that flies before you
You will see yourself
Leave yourself behind.
© Translation: 2014, Erin Goodman
En el ojo del pájaro que vuela ante ti
En el ojo del pájaro que vuela ante ti
Del invierno un pájaro guardaUna conversación
Pronunciada en un mismo tono
Donde entre preguntas y respuestas
Nadie puede distinguir
Lo que está encerrado en el ojo
Lo que te ha costado una vida conquistar
Te parece hoy despreciable
Un corazón sin amargura
Te parece hoy despreciable
Una hoja comida por la luz
Te parece hoy despreciable
Del invierno un pájaro guarda
Lo que ve: tus ojos cerrados
En el ojo del pájaro que vuela ante ti
Te verás a ti mismo
Dejar atrás a ti mismo.
© 2014, Santiago Barcaza
From: Bosques horizontales
Publisher: Ediciones Tácitas, Santiago de Chile
From: Bosques horizontales
Publisher: Ediciones Tácitas, Santiago de Chile
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In the eye of the bird that flies before you
From the winter a crow keepsA conversation
Spoken in the same tone
So no one can distinguish
Between questions and answers
What is captured in the eye
What has taken you a lifetime to achieve
Seems despicable to you today
A bitterness-free heart
Seems despicable to you today
A leaf wilted by the sun
Seems despicable to you today
From the winter a crow keeps
What it sees: your closed eyes
In the eye of the bird that flies before you
You will see yourself
Leave yourself behind.
© 2014, Erin Goodman
From: Bosques horizontales
From: Bosques horizontales
In the eye of the bird that flies before you
From the winter a crow keepsA conversation
Spoken in the same tone
So no one can distinguish
Between questions and answers
What is captured in the eye
What has taken you a lifetime to achieve
Seems despicable to you today
A bitterness-free heart
Seems despicable to you today
A leaf wilted by the sun
Seems despicable to you today
From the winter a crow keeps
What it sees: your closed eyes
In the eye of the bird that flies before you
You will see yourself
Leave yourself behind.
© 2014, Erin Goodman
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