calma::calm
Calma
Este silencio,
blanco, ilimitado,
este silencio
del mar tranquilo, inmóvil,
que de pronto
rompen los leves caracoles
por un impulso de la brisa,
Se extiende acaso
de la tarde a la noche, se remansa
tal vez por la arenilla
de fuego,
la infinita
playa desierta,
de manera
que no acaba,
quizás,
este silencio,
nunca?
Intercoach Editores, Santo Domingo, República Dominicana (2008)
Calm
This silence,
white, unlimited,
this silence
of calm sea, motionless,
which suddenly
the slight snails break
by an impulse of the breeze;
It extends perhaps
from afternoon to night, stagnates
through the grit
of fire,
infinite
deserted beach,
in this manner
it doesn't end,
perhaps
this silence,
ever?
Eliseo Diego
I'm going to name things and other poems
Intercoach Editors, Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic (2008)
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