The Breeze

Coral Bracho

The breeze touches its fingertips 

to the tender undersides of the leaves. They glow 

and gently tremble. 

They are startled and lifted 

with a breath, with another. They come awake. 


Like the sensitive fingers of the blind, 

the leaves strum the wind; 

they feel out and decipher its edges,  

its surging outlines, its thickness. 

They vibrate, 

those fluid silent keys.  


Bracho, Coral. “The Breeze.” Trans. Forrest Gander. Firefly Under the Tongue: Selected Poems of Coral Bracho. New York: New Directions, 2008.

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