Monday, December 21, 2020

The Dream of the Stone


The dream of the stone is long and cold
its gray nature
kept nothing of the splendor of the fire.

How frightened I am by what goes off and remains!

Burning, quiet,
under the night of my senses
imprisoned
I only ask for heat.

How frightened I am by what goes off and remains!

                        

Dolores Castro 

Transl. by Toshiya Kamei