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.

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5 comments:

  1. jamaDecember 10, 2010 at 8:43 AM

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

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  2. Author AmokDecember 10, 2010 at 9:58 AM

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

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  3. M PaxDecember 10, 2010 at 5:08 PM

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

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  4. TaraDecember 10, 2010 at 5:51 PM

    Quiet and lovely, Thank you!

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  5. Mary LeeDecember 12, 2010 at 8:15 AM

    This is perfect for the upcoming Solstice!

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