"… massive mountains
shake their shaggy
white manes
in a stormy mood."
But to wait for the promised one there would be to freeze. I would prefer you stayed in the low lands and waited for him to melt above and refresh your holy water from his stream.
First Edition Translation of Teselas by Carmen Crespo X111 César Simón Poetry Prixe 2016 Translated from Spanish by Robin Ouzman Hislop and Amparo Arrospíde
Selected poems from previous & forthcoming collections together with Q&R apps on each page to enable audio rendition simultaneously with the written text
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Thank you for your encouraging comments.
And for your sweet well wishes.
Have an enchanting evening,
Sonya Ki
"… massive mountains
shake their shaggy
white manes
in a stormy mood."
But to wait for the promised one there would be to freeze. I would prefer you stayed in the low lands and waited for him to melt above and refresh your holy water from his stream.
Ron