I looked into a picture, disappearing for a minute to a place I wanted to be.
I saw a picture of mountains today
And thought of the birds in the trees
I found myself flying free
Swimming like a fish thru crystal clear streams
Or, could I be a beaver happily building a dam
I looked closer, seeing the outline of snow
Could I be a bear cub sliding down
the crisp, clean powder, far from civilizations sounds
I closed my eyes
Feeling the sun shine through
The shadow of clouds passing over
I opened my eyes and found
No beaver, fish or trees
No birds flying free
Only the endless brown
Reminding me
I was still trapped in this desert town
First Edition Translation of Teselas by Carmen Crespo X111 César Simón Poetry Prixe 2016 Translated from Spanish by Robin Ouzman Hislop and Amparo Arrospíde
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
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