It
comes blundering over the
Boulders at night, it stays
Frightened outside the
Range of my campfire
I go to meet it at the
Edge of the light.
Boulders at night, it stays
Frightened outside the
Range of my campfire
I go to meet it at the
Edge of the light.
Gary Snyder
Como
viene a mí la poesía
Viene
a mí tropezando
sobre
las rocas de la noche.
Asustada--ella
permanece
fuera
del alcance de la hoguera.
De
las llamas me alejo para
juntarme
con ella al borde de la luz.
Tr. EAC
E. A. Costa April 30, 2016 Granada, Nicaragua
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