stranger (a translation)

Posted on Wednesday, September 19, 2012

 You sit at my desk,

and share

kindness and comfort

with me:

you approach me and then draw back

returning like a whip.

 

Your skirt carries words

that I forgot,

knots of oblivion

in your hair:

your belt is the beginning of a river.

 

Where your waist meets

my hands,

this fleeting night,

I drink your eyes

to see.

 

My interpretation and translation of Fernando Luis Chivite’s “La desconocida,” from a book I purchased while on the camino in Comillas, Spain.

 
feature image, lovers study, provided by louis le brocquy

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