I wonder
how it would be here with you,
where the wind
that has shaken off its dust in low valleys
touches one cleanly,
as with a new-washed hand,
and pain
is as the remote hunger of droning things,
and anger
but a little silence
sinking into the great silence.
how it would be here with you,
where the wind
that has shaken off its dust in low valleys
touches one cleanly,
as with a new-washed hand,
and pain
is as the remote hunger of droning things,
and anger
but a little silence
sinking into the great silence.
Altura
Penso
con seria aquest lloc amb tu,
aquí, on el vent,
després d'haver-se tret la pols en les baixes valls,
em toca, net,
com una mà acabada de rentar,
i el dolor
és com la remota fam de coses que brunzen,
és com la remota fam de coses que brunzen,
i l'odi
sols és un lleu silenci
que s'enfonsa en el gran silenci.
Lola Ridge
Lola Ridge
