Friday, December 10, 2010

the grandmother

the grandmother
by Humberto Ak'abal

The night begins,
when the moon
­Grandmother of the villages­
comes out with her lime-white candle
to light up the silence.

The darkness
hides in the canyons,
the small birds
roll up their songs...

read the rest here

-translated by Miguel Rivera and Robert Bly
from Poems I brought down from the mountain

Jama Rattigan is hosting the Poetry Friday round-up today.


jama said...

Wonderful poem, Tabatha. Such a wonderful stillness . . .

Author Amok said...

Wow, Tabatha. Stillness seems to be a theme today. Did you see Charles' deer poem? I love that lime-white moon. Sigh....

Toby Speed said...


M Pax said...

Sinks into the eys of the night ... haunting imagery. Thanks for sharing.

Tara said...

Quiet and lovely, Thank you!

Mary Lee said...

This is perfect for the upcoming Solstice!