dark pearls cascade
scatter across a slick floor
as if waking from a black sleep
You touch my soul,
now I remember…
This light that every inch
of my being craves
pierces
the hooded shadows
and
breathes life into
fallen stars
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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