El pájaro de la esperanza / Luis Enrique Belmonte

The Bird of Hope

They marked the door with knife stabs,
belched out our names,
     spit on the mailboxes,
threw sulfur in the garden.

But we,
we wove the blankets.

We were singing at a whisper, in the dark.

Pale,
          bathed in dust,
we kept
scraping the floor.

Inside there was a bird that shivered
injured, blind, soaked.




Vendrá otra larga travesía (2006)




{ Luis Enrique Belmonte, Pasadizo. Poesía reunida 1994-2006, Caracas: Monte Ávila Editores, 2009 }