Monday, October 7, 2013

Atardecer (Gabriela Mistral)


Siento mi corazón en la dulzura
fundirse como ceras:
son un óleo tardo
y no un vino mis venas,
y siento que mi vida se va huyendo
callada y dulce como la gacela.

Gabriela Mistral

I feel my breast
melting like beeswax
into the sweetness.

My veins are slow green oil
rosed by no wine

and I sense my life
taking flight quieted and sweet
like the gazelle.

[Tr. E. A. Costa 7 October 2013]

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