The round spring
its own silence
the sylvan key
will end
It will all end!
Where will the fog go?
The life-giving mist?
Where will it go?
Cool, fresh,
The earth’s sustenance
The tear-filled branches
Our hearts extinguished
when the fog is gone!
Vicuña, Cecilia. “Unravelling Words & the Weaving of Water”. Minnesota: Graywolf Press, 1992. p. 113. Translated by Eliot Weinberger and Suzanne Jill Levine.