Poem
José Zuleta Ortiz
From the Garden
It climbs down a thread . . .Up in the air
it knits transparency,
it catches flights in its knitting
and shrouds with light silks
the victims of its invisible skill.
The day dawns,
rain and sun
make of its net a great lamp:
hanging from the threads of air
a thousand drops catch the light,
the collar of liquid beads shimmers,
scratching the air,
the miracle freely climbs up a thread.
© Translation: 2009, Nicolás Suescún
DESDE EL JARDÍN
DESDE EL JARDÍN
En un hilo desciende . . .Instalada en el aire
teje la transparencia,
atrapa vuelos en la urdimbre
y amortaja con sedas claras,
las víctimas de su ingenio invisible.
Amanece,
la lluvia y el sol
han hecho de su red una gran lámpara:
pendiendo de los hilos del aire
miles de gotas atrapan la luz,
el collar de cuentas líquidas relumbra,
arañando el aire
por una hebra libre sube al milagro.
© 2009, José Zuleta Ortiz
From: Las manos de la noche
Publisher: Departamento de literatura de la Universidad Nacional en la colección Viernes de Poesía Nº 65, Bogotá
From: Las manos de la noche
Publisher: Departamento de literatura de la Universidad Nacional en la colección Viernes de Poesía Nº 65, Bogotá
Poems
Poems of José Zuleta Ortiz
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From the Garden
It climbs down a thread . . .Up in the air
it knits transparency,
it catches flights in its knitting
and shrouds with light silks
the victims of its invisible skill.
The day dawns,
rain and sun
make of its net a great lamp:
hanging from the threads of air
a thousand drops catch the light,
the collar of liquid beads shimmers,
scratching the air,
the miracle freely climbs up a thread.
© 2009, Nicolás Suescún
From: Las manos de la noche
From: Las manos de la noche
From the Garden
It climbs down a thread . . .Up in the air
it knits transparency,
it catches flights in its knitting
and shrouds with light silks
the victims of its invisible skill.
The day dawns,
rain and sun
make of its net a great lamp:
hanging from the threads of air
a thousand drops catch the light,
the collar of liquid beads shimmers,
scratching the air,
the miracle freely climbs up a thread.
© 2009, Nicolás Suescún
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