Un cunco agora

Vin de queimar madeira tal vez noites
nos arrabaldos murchos. Bate o vento
na pechada fiestra

Extinguíanse as mans os cabelos a nuca
por onde esvaran os conxuros

Fiquei no limbo da tristura
non sei cal era a cor do ceo.
Sobor da cinza morna
enfornei a fogaza da miña soidade

Auga da fonte chora.
Se atopo un cunco agora
enchereino de bágoas.

A Cup Now

I’ve just burned wood maybe nights
in the withered outskirts. The wind blows
against the closed window.

Hands hair back of neck all extinguished
where incantations escape.

I was left in the limbo of sadness
I don’t know the color of the sky
I baked the loaf of my loneliness
over the warm ashes

Water weeps from the fountain.
If I find a cup now
I’ll fill it with tears.

Tradución de Kathleen March