----------Poema lunar
No wonder the moon in the window seems to have drifted
out of a love poem that you used to know by heart.
--------------------------------~ Billy Collins
Como guante perdido
que el hijo del guantero
distraído dejó bajo el escritorio
o las últimas gotas de vino
vueltas vinagre en la jarra
del matemático, las migas
de pan comidas por ratones,
el rodar de las lunas llenas
por las noches, los meses, los años
gasta pasiones, sus recuerdos
declaraciones de amor extraviadas
en la oficina de cartas muertas
causando al escriba que prefiera
que no y cayera en la locura
-------------------------© Rafael Jesús González 2016
------------Lunar Poem
No wonder the moon in the window seems to have drifted
out of a love poem that you used to know by heart.
--------------------------------~ Billy Collins
Like a lost glove
the glover's son
distracted left under the desk
or the last drops of wine
turned vinegar in the jug
of the mathematician, the crumbs
of bread eaten by mice,
the rolling of the full moons
through nights, months, years
wears passions, their memories
declarations of love lost
in the dead letters office
causing the scribe to prefer
not to and fall into madness.
------------------------© Rafael Jesús González 2016
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