viernes, 7 de diciembre de 2007

The last psalm


bless me with a poem
That sings with a chirpful sound
The birds of the field,
And all the seas
And rivers of the world.

provide me with a poem
As delicate as the breeze
Of the afternoon,
As tenuous as the summer sun.

Let my pen flow
All corners of the past,
Make this come from my lips.

Lord provide the poem

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Mauricio Vallejo Márquez dijo...

Este poema fue traducido por Alejandra Burke-Vallejo