Nuevos poemas: X / Reynaldo Pérez Só

New Poems: X

there is
no pine
twisted
in my soul

a king leans on his death
and awaits
an empire’s dusk

no pine can grow
in such a life
floating

but the king sustains himself
by watching shadows

and the complete night
silences the trees.

                         September 1973




{ Reynaldo Pérez Só, Nuevos poemas, Valencia: Universidad de Carabobo, 1975 }