Friday, January 8, 2010

Vicente Huidobro


ECLOGUE
.
The sun about to die
The car broken down
.
And the smell of spring
Remains as the air sweeps by
.
Somewhere a song
.
WHERE ARE YOU
.
One afternoon much like this
I looked for you in vain
In the fog covering the roads
I kept finding myself
.
And in the smoke of my cigar
A lost bird
.
Nobody answered
The last pastors drowned
.
And the stray sheep
Ate flowers and did not give honey
.
The wind that went by
Piles up their wool
.
Between the clouds
holding my tears
.
Why cry once more
About what I've cried already
.
And since the sheep eat flowers
A sign that you went by

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