Poem
Kirmen Uribe
ESPETXEKO HAIKUAK/JAILHOUSE HAIKUS
1.
I’m here in the jail.
The very first of the shocks:
the stink of the sweat.
The sound of the lock,
the blotchy stains on the walls.
And then solitude.
Out of this window,
the moon itself is wearing
a stripy costume.
© Translation: 2020, Elizbeth Macklin
ESPETXEKO HAIKUAK/JAILHOUSE HAIKUS
1.
Kartzelan nago.
Lehenengo zirrara:
izerdi-sunda.
Sarraila hotsa,
orbanak paretetan.
Bakartasuna.
Leihotik beha,
jantzi marraduna du
iretargiak.
© 2019, Kirmen Uribe
From: 17 Segundo
Publisher: Susa, Zarautz
From: 17 Segundo
Publisher: Susa, Zarautz
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ESPETXEKO HAIKUAK/JAILHOUSE HAIKUS
1.
I’m here in the jail.
The very first of the shocks:
the stink of the sweat.
The sound of the lock,
the blotchy stains on the walls.
And then solitude.
Out of this window,
the moon itself is wearing
a stripy costume.
© 2020, Elizbeth Macklin
From: 17 Segundo
From: 17 Segundo
ESPETXEKO HAIKUAK/JAILHOUSE HAIKUS
1.
I’m here in the jail.
The very first of the shocks:
the stink of the sweat.
The sound of the lock,
the blotchy stains on the walls.
And then solitude.
Out of this window,
the moon itself is wearing
a stripy costume.
© 2020, Elizbeth Macklin
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