if you let me go with you into the night,
in the dark hour of the metro, before
dawn, if I could take in,
contemplate every bone in your face, the look
of the wild animal that thinks and lives alone, if
the angry words did not go away,
if I did not feel the wind whip the
trees above; what I did I don’t
remember, what they did, where
life happens and is free and not
benign, where with its wound
the animal on its own
Olvido García Valdés (born 1950) Spain
Translated by Catherine Hammond
Source: InTranslation
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