Dogs Against the Moon
Dogs against the moon, very far away,
the restlessness of the murmuring
sounds, once inaudible,
are now heard. Vague echoes,
shreds of words, creaking
disturb the shadowed circle.
Scarcely without space,
the silence, the silence
you can't hold, closed in
by sounds, presses
against your arms and legs,
rises gently to your head,
and falls through your loosened hair.
It's night and the dream: don't be uneasy.
The silence has grown like a tree.
─Translated from the Spanish by Steven Ford Brown and Gutierrez Revuelta