Sunday, March 11, 2007

Let's speak of September in exile

Mónica Nepote, trans. Becca Klaver

To C.A. and R.F.
at six years

Let’s speak of September in exile:
of a few days preserved in ink
of so many splintered afternoons
of the calm and of the eyes.

Let’s speak of knowing ourselves as parts of a
inexact and hasty;
of processed forgetfulness.

Let’s speak so we don’t ignore the sunlight that filters
onto everyone’s skin;
of the indiscreet hieroglyph
that forms us out of the same calendar.

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