Friday, 18 December 2020

Night - Vicente Huidobro

You hear the night glide across the snow

The song fell down from the trees
And through the fog sounded voices

I lit my cigar at a glance

Every time I open my lips
I flood the void with clouds

                                    In the harbor
The masts are full of nests.

And the wind
                       groans in the birds' wings


Whistling on the shore I
          Look at the star that glows between my fingers

Vicente Huidobro (1893 - 1948) Chile
Translated by Johannes Beilharz 

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