Uplift your liquid songs, ye eddies bright
— from The River by Manuel Jose Othon
https://poets.org/poem/river-3?mc_cid=86adea934a&mc_eid=ed9c8bae96
I taste your words on my tongue,
young one – though ancient, too,
as the hours before the storm
that released you, and the pull from
the Earth's center, irresistible –
your endless journey from riverbank
to raindrop never stops, does it?
You are forever in motion, dancing
to tides of ocean
Translated into Spanish by Claude/AI
Saboreo tus palabras en mi lengua,
joven – aunque también antiguo,
como las horas antes de la tormenta
que te liberó, y la atracción desde
el centro de la Tierra, irresistible -
tu viaje interminable desde la orilla del río
hasta la gota de lluvia nunca cesa, ¿verdad?
Estás por siempre en movimiento, danzando
al ritmo de las mareas del océano
for #writeout
The weekend pivots
between two bright summer days
and Autumn-like drizzle
for Algot
Hunker down, in here -
come near – the wind storm reckons
to rage on again
What creature
came wandering
through our streets
last night, screaming
in a pitched voice
I didn't know,
about something
I couldn't see,
leaving an echo
in its wake?
A pear tree, growing,
takes its time to settle in;
then, bears sweetened fruit
Lit wicks, by daylight -
the lamplight shines a shadow
into the twilight
Early morning dew
on a spider's web; painting
glowing sunrise orbs
Interior painting
requires a brush
of deliberate delicacy,
a careful movement
covering up what's
now past;
some layers,
never last
Kick-drum, rhythmic beat -
the poem hits an odd meter,
settling in groove
for Algot
Resting on the cusp
where mountain trail meets big sky,
clear air cleanses you