Poem
Julio Carrasco
Lost Bullet
where do you get it from mamathe soup you give me each day
do you go for it with a bucket
perhaps to a great dam
tell me if it’s true if it exists
this sea of soup in some secret corner of the world
perhaps all mothers go to this sea
with their buckets to get soup
so they can feed their children
tell me mama
is this why the soup will never run out
is it a dangerous sea where the noodles swarm
enormous and the potatoes are like icebergs
or is it a lake of quiet waters
or a great bowl full of broth.
© Translation: 2013, Idra Novey; Julio Carrasco
Bala perdida
Bala perdida
de dónde sacas la sopa mamáque me das todos los días
acaso la vas a buscar con un balde
a un gran embalse
dime si es verdad que existe ese mar
de sopa en algún recóndito lugar del mundo
acaso todas las mamás van a ese mar
con sus baldes para traer la sopa
con que alimentar a los niños
responde mamá
es por eso que la sopa no acabará nunca
es un mar peligroso donde pululan los fideos
gigantes y las papas son como icebergs
o es un lago de aguas quietas
o un plato inmenso lleno de sopa.
© 1995, Julio Carrasco
From: El libro de los tiburones
Publisher: Grupo Editorial Cachiyuyo, Santiago de Chile
From: El libro de los tiburones
Publisher: Grupo Editorial Cachiyuyo, Santiago de Chile
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Lost Bullet
where do you get it from mamathe soup you give me each day
do you go for it with a bucket
perhaps to a great dam
tell me if it’s true if it exists
this sea of soup in some secret corner of the world
perhaps all mothers go to this sea
with their buckets to get soup
so they can feed their children
tell me mama
is this why the soup will never run out
is it a dangerous sea where the noodles swarm
enormous and the potatoes are like icebergs
or is it a lake of quiet waters
or a great bowl full of broth.
© 2013, Idra Novey; Julio Carrasco
From: El libro de los tiburones
From: El libro de los tiburones
Lost Bullet
where do you get it from mamathe soup you give me each day
do you go for it with a bucket
perhaps to a great dam
tell me if it’s true if it exists
this sea of soup in some secret corner of the world
perhaps all mothers go to this sea
with their buckets to get soup
so they can feed their children
tell me mama
is this why the soup will never run out
is it a dangerous sea where the noodles swarm
enormous and the potatoes are like icebergs
or is it a lake of quiet waters
or a great bowl full of broth.
© 2013, Idra Novey; Julio Carrasco
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