The Whole Spring, a poem by Idea Vilariño, translated by Jesse Lee Kercheval

The Whole Spring

The whole spring
with pigeons and stalks and hurricanes
with buckets of warm water
with a voluminous butterfly
fluttering plush
with a garden a forest a grove
populated by humidity and rotting leaves
and fragrances and mists and whiffs of air
and fierce roots and why not
the whole spring was emptied out
breathing sinking
panting in my bed.

La primavera entera

La primavera entera
con palomas y tallos y huracanes
con baldes de agua tibia
con una mariposa corpulenta
aleteando afelpada
con un jardín un bosque una floresta
poblada de humedad y hojas podridas
y fragancias y vahos y vaharadas
y raíces feroces y qué no
toda la primavera se volcaba
respirando durmiéndose
alentando en mi lecho.

From World Literature Today

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