sábado, 22 de junio de 2013

Three goshawks. Poem.


Three goshawks


Three goshawks over the river Miño
golden vines
and stars sick.
Where are, Lord, your vinedressers?

Blue Stars
white Novas
Wonders of the time.

What i will serve in your wedding, Lord?
if it withers and ruins.
A midden, this will be,
when You return.


If you do not look.