Versión libre: Oración del trigo

domingo, 18 de abril de 2010

Oración del trigo

Sembrador: ha sobrado la lluvia.
Ya mi pena ha rendido su espiga.
Dame el fuego que anima a la zarza,
retribúyeme el ciento, o siégame.

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by John Burnside

She loved the wet whisper of silt
when tidewater seeped away
and the estuary rose to the town
through copper light,

a tender of glass and scales
and driftwood varnished with salt,
a circle she walked for miles
in search of shells,

picking starfish from a sheet
of silver tension, puzzled by the trails
of viscera, the threads of bloodless meat
and resurrected forms that had no names

but offered kinship, memory, regret,
a pulse between the water and her hand,
the feel of something old and buried deep,
heartbeat and vision quickening the sand.