Homero Aridjis

They are the color of blood

the color of shadow


they let go of the brand upwards

like ripe fruits


an arm held out

passes through them without sound


but blues and whites

move in the hand




Aridjis, Homero. “Birds." Trans. W. S. Merwin. Los Espacios Azules: Blue Spaces: Selected Poems of Homero Aridjis. Ed. Kenneth Rexroth. New York: The Seabury Press, 1974. p. 15.

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