POEMAS CON BICHOS XXI - CON POTROPOEMS WITH BUGS XXI - WITH A COLT
Patricia Severintrans. Brian Cole
El potro escupe....se sacude....muerde
y queda

El palenque lo retiene
Cree que sus fuerzas son más poderosas que el amo

Aún no sabe
que no



Sé que nadie más que yo
ve la estrella donde esta sentado mi padre

en la Osa mayor mi padre escucha
música de Wagner
mientras mira atento
los desaciertos
de sus hijos sobre la tierra

The colt spits ....tosses its head....bites
and stands.

The fence keeps him in.
He believes his strength is more than his master's.

He still does not know
it is not.



I know that no-one but me
sees the star where my father sits.

In the Great Bear my father listens to
Wagner's music
while he takes careful note
of the mistakes
made by his sons on Earth.


Copyright © Patricia Severin 2003; trans. copyright © Brian Cole 2003.


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