Stepping up, I proceed
To clomp down the steps
Of the rickety spiral stairs;
I ascend the lofty tower
To serve my night vigil
In the shabby lighthouse.
While walking up,
With every stride
I court danger --
My only prop is the pillar
In the middle of the fliers.
Walking up unsteady stairs,
I hold the only sturdy prop --
The pivot
Of my glimmering soul;
The higher I proceed
To climb up the stairs,
The lighter is my footfall,
The faster I hold on to my soul,
I don't trust this old man's body.
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
First Edition Translation of Teselas by Carmen Crespo X111 César Simón Poetry Prixe 2016 Translated from Spanish by Robin Ouzman Hislop and Amparo Arrospíde
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