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.
