When Moon Lies In Ambush (tr.from Manuel Martínez)

Moon lies in ambush

silhouetting palms

like herons deep in sleep,

like marble statuettes.

All one hears is

wind racing through marsh.

The slow hours pass by

& I

on guard

in the shadows

that no one may cross the frontier.

[E. A. Costa August 2013, translated from  Manuel Martínez, "Cuando la luna se oculta", Tiempos, lugares, sueños, 1986]

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N.B.: This is not a literal translation in the main, but an attempt to bring out one cryptotype
of many, in a poem that ranges from an echo of the ancient Greek Sappho to a famous
poem of Vicente Huidobro.