Ecopoesia

Birds

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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