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.
5 comments:
Wonderful poem, Tabatha. Such a wonderful stillness . . .
Wow, Tabatha. Stillness seems to be a theme today. Did you see Charles' deer poem? I love that lime-white moon. Sigh....
Sinks into the eys of the night ... haunting imagery. Thanks for sharing.
Quiet and lovely, Thank you!
This is perfect for the upcoming Solstice!
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