Poems
Far-Off Settlements
by Coral Bracho
sung sad and monotonous;
children run and yell
like little blips, in never-ending quiet,
demented sepia. And there are also cities
which can make this sun’s light sweet:
In their dusky golden looking-glasses, water breaks, and lights up
those gathered sweet smells and old caresses; in the warm bathing-places:
the laughter, the walls turning green now once again.
– Their temples sip from the seas.
Ghostly city limits, wavering (The caravans, the strong south winds, the
over-arching nights with no-one there, the long afternoons –
what separates all these are the untrodden sands), mirages, echoes that
cloud them,that connect them;
a sly wet lick of salt in the corners of the mouth;
And this resonance, called forth.
The literal translation of this poem was made by Tom Boll
The final translated version of the poem is by Katherine Pierpoint
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