California sky deep blue
With startling white clouds
Floating from here to infinity
Hills burnt brown with countless
Days of year-round sunshine
Now alive with velvet-like
Green growth brought to
Life by the kiss of heavens tears
Rolling hills with wind rippled
Undergrowth born anew by
Liquid touch
As off in the distance
Far mile upon mile
Ragged mountains range with
Snowy white crowns
Leaving one to wonder
If cloud topped
Or snow covered
Haze of the city washed
Clean by wind and rain
Giving vision,
So far as the
Eye can see
With crystal clarity
Let us hope that California's stars with mudslides and avalanches are over and that they burned over land can regrow a new crop of that beautiful California hillside, generally brown, but in the case of your poem, green with new growth.
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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