Francisco Brines
SONG OF SLEEPLESSNESS
All is night and here is the song of a rooster.
He sings it one night, and then another night.
I wait for his song every night.
It's piercing; it's dark, the voice of that rooster.
The light is sour, the rooster bursts through night.
I touch the darkness, and listen to the rooster.
You've lost another night,
says the rooster.
Until there is no rooster there is no night.
Translated from the Spanish
by
Don Share
Miguel Hernandez
THREE POEMS
The cemetery lies near
where you and I are sleeping,
among blue nopales,
blue pitas, and children
who shout at the top of their lungs
if
a corpse darkens the street.
From here to the cemetery, everything
is blue, golden, dear.
Four steps away, the dead.
Four steps away, the living.
Clear, blue and golden.
My child grows remote there.
