This cloudy sky
with its hidden storm
and foreshadowed rain
is weighing on me;
this still, heavy air
that won't stir
even the light
jasmine leaves
are drowning me;
this waiting
for what doesn't come
tires me.
I would like to be far
away, where no one
knows me, where
I am new, like
fresh grass;
light,
without the weight
of dead days,
free to take
neglected paths
to an open sky.
Alaíde Foppa (1914-1980?) Guatemala
Translated by Yvette Siegert
Source: Springhouse
thank you for the find
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