It's true everything you touch
sours and vanishes,
every memento your hand caress
brings no feeling,
those you loved
have slipped away down the street
mounted on a horse made of wood.
It's true, but this evening,
at least this evening, celebrate it.
Violeta Rangel, New European Poets, Frank Bergon, Holly Bergon (trads.), Wayne Miller, Kevin Pruffer (eds.), Graywolf Press, 2008
sours and vanishes,
every memento your hand caress
brings no feeling,
those you loved
have slipped away down the street
mounted on a horse made of wood.
It's true, but this evening,
at least this evening, celebrate it.
Violeta Rangel, New European Poets, Frank Bergon, Holly Bergon (trads.), Wayne Miller, Kevin Pruffer (eds.), Graywolf Press, 2008
