Poem
María Clemencia Sánchez
LITTLE SONG
Musicis finding silence.
It is softening
the shoemaker’s hammerings,
his solitary night
of nails and thorns.
It is the glass of water
we leave at night
for the dead
who come back
to quench
their thirst for words.
Music
is finding silence
and lost childhood.
It is muffling
the shoemaker’s
hammerings
in our hearts.
It is finding that time
that preceded us,
the time before birth,
before breathing¸
before seeing the light.
Music is
finding silence.
© Translation: 2006, Nicolás Suescún
CANTINELA
CANTINELA
La músicaes encontrar el silencio.
Es suavizar
los martilleos del zapatero,
su noche solitaria
de clavos y espinas.
Es el vaso de agua
que dejamos en la noche
para los muertos
que regresan
a calmar
su sed de palabras.
La música
es encontrar el silencio
y la infancia perdida.
Es amortiguar
en nuestro corazón.
los martilleos
del zapatero.
Es encontrar ese tiempo
que nos precedió,
el de antes de nacer,
el de antes de respirar,
el de antes de ver la luz.
La música
es encontrar el silencio.
© 1999, María Clemencia Sánchez
From: El velorio de la amanuense
Publisher: Editorial Lealón, Medellín
From: El velorio de la amanuense
Publisher: Editorial Lealón, Medellín
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Poems of María Clemencia Sánchez
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LITTLE SONG
Musicis finding silence.
It is softening
the shoemaker’s hammerings,
his solitary night
of nails and thorns.
It is the glass of water
we leave at night
for the dead
who come back
to quench
their thirst for words.
Music
is finding silence
and lost childhood.
It is muffling
the shoemaker’s
hammerings
in our hearts.
It is finding that time
that preceded us,
the time before birth,
before breathing¸
before seeing the light.
Music is
finding silence.
© 2006, Nicolás Suescún
From: El velorio de la amanuense
From: El velorio de la amanuense
LITTLE SONG
Musicis finding silence.
It is softening
the shoemaker’s hammerings,
his solitary night
of nails and thorns.
It is the glass of water
we leave at night
for the dead
who come back
to quench
their thirst for words.
Music
is finding silence
and lost childhood.
It is muffling
the shoemaker’s
hammerings
in our hearts.
It is finding that time
that preceded us,
the time before birth,
before breathing¸
before seeing the light.
Music is
finding silence.
© 2006, Nicolás Suescún
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