Ana Eulate

 

White

 

Every recollection has been lost

in frozen thorny bushes.

White over white                                                           

red over white.                                                              

The snow pants under my feet

in thousands of pieces, ice creaks on wood.        

                                                                          

Over there, deep down, the warmth                                             

(the life-breath from your core)...

 

 

I wander with frozen toes

looking for the sign which might say

there, over there, the one you await still lives.

 

Blanco

 

Todo recuerdo se ha perdido

en los zarzales congelados.

Blanco sobre blanco

rojo sobre blanco.

La nieve jadea bajo mis pies

de mil pedazos hielo cruje en la madera.

 

Alla, en el fondo, el calor

(el aliento de tus entranas)...

 

Y yo vago, con dedos congelados

buscando el indicador que diga

alla, alla viva quien tu esperas.

 

 

Translated from the Spanish by Ana Eulate with Alan Dunnett and Joyce Deans