So,
in the word I have
no age, no more nor less,
no folds or wrinkles,
no height or smallness,
no depth or surface,
nothing of vastness
or narrowness, even less
a wound or marrow
that resent the firmament.
I am just a glimpse, a gasp,
a breath, hardly a hint
about what will never
be said nor thought.
Renato Sandoval (born 1957) Peru
Translated by Roxana Peramás
Source: Beltway Poetry Quarterly
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