Uveros / Ludovico Silva

Sea Grapes

Facing the turquoise sea
the grapes of death sing
and gleam like eyes
in the bloodied afternoon;
the bees murmur
in the serene air
as the leaves hum with the breeze.

My soul wanders there
with an amethyst tunic
while my eyes examine
a strange coffin
sleeping in the sea grapes.
High branches that reach the clouds,
grapes of solitude, oblivion stones!

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{ Ludovico Silva, Piedras y campanas, Caracas/Bogotá: Editorial Rayuela/Editorial Pluma, 1979 }